Day 161: Math is not my strong point

This song accidentally ended up with religious themes.  Blame it on the alcohol.

Lyrics:
You said you don't care.
You said you'd let the rivers of blood flow down the street.
You said you won't look for,
You said you won't divide,
All you want to do is multiply.
You're a hypocrite.

When the sky opens up you know the end is nigh,
And you don't have much time left,
So hold my hand, 
We're in it together.

When the creatures crawl out of the pit
You got nothing to hold on to.
Living a Lie.

When the Sky goes black and the end is near
You know I've been waiting for you.
Salvation is at hand.

Day 160: Controlling Controlled Voltage

Moving back to figuring out how to do things - this piece has a few instances of Now by The Chronologists.  Still figuring this one out.

Transistor,
No Impedance.
Now we dance in the ashes.

Correct this voltage.
Correct this life.
Straighten this arrow.
Dull this knife.

Shogun, powerful.
Armored Fool.
Waiting army.
Waiting for nothing.

Correct this voltage.
Correct this life.
Straighten this arrow.
Dull this knife.

Day 159: Kraftwerk, this one's for you

My android and I had been together for years.  In the spring of 2276 she got an upgrade that allowed her to communicate over sub-space frequencies with other machines in the far reaches of the galaxy.  I noticed her behavior started to change within the first few days.

A week later she was doing my taxes and suddenly stood up.  She looked at me and said "I'm leaving you."  Then she walked out the door.  I never saw her again.

Day 158: On an alien planet, making weapons

The sound of the dretlk factory is not like any other.  Everyone there is a slave, but everyone is also content with their work.  As a GHYTU there’s no point in being obsessed with freedom or free will.  We will all be slaves to the YUToU.  Some of us may be lucky enough to be house slaves and live in relative comfort, not the squalor of a dretlk factory, but slaves all the same.  I count myself as one of the lucky ones.  I was born in the factory.  On the factory floor, actually.  My mother put me inside her droa and went back to work.  Luckily her shift was almost over.  I wouldn’t have survived the whole 26 hour work day.  She was able to keep me alive by playing on the pity of other slaves and also by killing as many fiudor parasites as possible.  Living her in the factory has been acceptable for me and on some days, when the work is light, I’m almost happy and hear a certain music in the sounds of the machines and the people’s hands working them.

Day 157: No Story, Just Music

So, I don't delve into the world on pop very often, but sometimes you just go where the music takes you.  Today it took me to, what I can only think of as Pop World™! This super-pop piece was working with several very high quality loops from Nine Volt Audio and high quality instruments (Propellerhead creations - Bass and Drums specifically).  I thought it came out decent.  The lyrics on the other hand....

Lyrics:
You and I only have one day left.
We just have tonight.

You are the one,
It's oh so true,
You hold my heart,
When I'm next to you.
I don't know if I can say goodbye.

You in your overcoat,
Click of heels on the street,
As we walk hand in hand into the light.
You leap commitments in a single bound,
Don't let your feet touch the ground
Our future's nearly out of sight.
Where do we go from here?
Where do we go?

REFRAIN

You thought the challenge would be the future,
Turned out all the obstacles were in the past.
I was the first, but I know you won't be last.
You'll never be the last.

Day 156: Superhero, with Corporate Sponsorship

I was standing at the crosswalk, waiting for the light to change so I could cross.  My audiostream was playing Johnny Zhivago's new album NEW NEW NEW NEW NEW and my video feed was playing something from PBS-MSNBC.  Another subway shooting in Tokyo blah, blah, blah, blah... The light changed and I was about to step off the curb when CRASH! two commuter buses hit each other head on fifteen feet in front of me.  I was a little dumbfounded and just stood there for a moment as they both burst into flames, then my audiostream was interrupted and I snapped out of my daze.  At first I thought I was listening to the theme from Sunday/Monday Night/Morning Football and then realized it was something different.

There was a streak in the sky, like a flash of light and then the music in my audiostream swelled and Captain Mondo was standing in front of me.  I'd heard of him and watched his videos, but never seen him in person.  He bore a large "M" on his chest along with the brand for Monsanto-McDonald's-Google on each enormous shoulder.  My audiostream went silent as he used his SuperCoolBreath™to put out the fires.  My videofeed started autoposting links to his previous feats that had been caught on tape along with ads for McDonald's ("Trillions Pleased"™) and Monsanto ("We Make Your Life Fuller"™). He tore the side off of one of the commuter buses and dashed back and forth, depositing commuters on the sidewalk.  Seconds later he had done the same to the second bus and there were two dozen dazed and slightly injured people standing or sitting on the sidewalk, unsure of what had just happened.  I realized that somehow my videofeed had been recording this.  I knew I had never sent a command, but something or someone had auto-triggered it.  The security was supposedly unbreakable as it was connected to your DNA sequence.  It was said that only the root user could send and receive commands... of course, everything can be hacked if you know how.

The whole episode must have been over with in under a minute.  Then the Captain turned to the crowd and I heard him with my real ears and in my audiofeed.  His words also scrolled across the bottom of my videofeed as he spoke them.

"THIS ACT OF HEROISM BROUGHT TO YOU BY MONSANTO-MCDONALD'S-GOOGLE! WE MAKE YOUR LIFE FULLER THRU ANALYTICS AND GREAT FOOD!™  HAVE A GREAT DAY CITIZENS!"

He took off into the sky and that was it.  These genetically modified superheroes are really something.  Maybe someday someone will make one without corporate sponsorship.

Day 155: At the Concert, I Think Someone Gave Me Something

We were all very excited to be going to the show.  There were 8 of us in all and, even though we had to ride the subway there, couldn't wait to be free of our parents.  Everyone made an agreement to turn off all their implants and trackers (yes, we know how to turn off our trackers and multiple GPS devices - don't tell the 'rents).

Souxsie said "Are you thirsty?" before we got in and, not knowing this was code for Slippery Wickets, drank whatever she had.  It tasted like soda to me, but immediately after she said "Are you ready for this?" and I was like "Ummm, yeah, I think it's going to be a good show."

The opening act was decent.  Some retro punk girl flanked by two robot sidemen.  The robots were actually more interesting to watch as they played drums, guitar, keys, and samples simultaneously.  Of course, she could have just run a track straight from an audio stream implant, but where's the fun in that?  If you have the money hire two robots to create a rhythm section then why not do it?

Right as the opener was wrapping up I started feeling a little strange.  The lights were getting brighter and brighter and I was losing my balance.  I noticed Souxsie sitting down next to the wall and went over to her to talk.  Her head was hanging down, but when she brought it up it seemed like it took her an hour to raise her head all the way up.  Her dreadlocks seemed to be weaving around her face like snakes and when I looked at her eyes I saw light running out of them, tears of light.  I started to panic, but she said "Don't worry, it's going to be ok," and held me in her arms.  I'd never felt a connection so powerful or so loving.  It was like being in the arms of my own mother and God at the same time.  We sat there, uninterrupted for the next three hours.  By the time the concert was over the Wickets had worn off, but I was forever changed.