Zeo Genesis Travelogues
Greetings, star-nomads! You can call me Trev. (You can also call me Trevallion Franklin-Ridgeway III, but I’d rather you didn’t). I’ve left behind my shallow executive existence to explore the Hundred Suns, to re-connect with insignificant voiders just like you. These are my travels. You’re welcome.
“Haunted by the demons of his past, Rex has been worse-for-wear for the last two cycles. A troubled soul, guilt-ridden for escaping the planet Ciitriis during its battle against fascism. To be fair, he was imprisoned and brutalized for ten days for anti-regime sandwich-flinging before protests caused governmental capitulation. And to be fair again, who wants to have to fight against fascism at the best of times? Good on him, though, not once missed the toilet with his technicolor yodelling.”
“The chap could use some happy experiences to balance things out, so we’ve just taken our seats on the star-drifter of his favorite musician, Bahbaby Babe.”
“We’ve spent the day in their personal entourage after I pulled a few strings. Hanging out and drinking clavinger with the superstar seems to have cleared Rex’s hangover right up… Or he’s just a bit drunk again, same-same.”
“Things are about to begin, so I hope you can hear me. Here we go….”
“Everyone’s wearing musozeospheric headphones to fully experience the music.” Bahbaby Babe… which is…a name… procedurally generates it from their own bio-signals. Heartbeat, nerve responses, even brainwaves, they’re able to consciously manipulate them to change the sounds.”
“It’s ramping up now. Through unobtrusive lyrics we’re receiving instructions on how to tune the headphones to our own brainwaves and…wow…”
“I’m part of it.”
“The tragically-self-named musician and the headphones have allowed the audience to join a simple, emotionally positive gestalt consciousness. I’m sharing feelings of understanding, warmth, kinship, happiness, all wrapped in techno-symphonic music.”
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“I can feel my mind leaving my body and…travelling across the…astral plane… This…what was it called…musiczeddospheroid...is stretching across people listening live across hundreds of ships, asteroid mines...space stations, more... Oh look, there’s Will DuFine, floating…toward me…. Hello, Will. No, I don’t know who you are either, lovely to meet you… Goodbye, Will. I’m headed towards a gap…in space… There’s...Alan? Mind the gap, Alan… Mind the gap, Alan. No, I’m going, falling in now…in some…machine cathedral, electric eyes everywhere, watching me. Aargh, my z-link, it’s roasting...this was meant to be lovely… Help! HELP!”
“…”
“Oh, Rex, thank T’Platton. A million eyes...staring at me… It was suffocating, like whatever it was, it was trying to protect me but it was holding me too tight, constraining me.”
“I’m sorry, you’ll have to enjoy the rest of this alone.”
“Stay zippy, star-nomads…”
TEEN H1tzl1ngerz profile onnnnnnn - Bahbaby👶👶👶Babe!!! Bow to the kishy monarch 🙇👑
- Senat still remembers when Munaf’s ztream blue up and CRASHED IN!!!🤣🤣🤣
- Iak taxed 🧾 the room 🛏️ but Bahbaby Babe HAS ⛔ 🛏️ for 1️⃣ shares!
- Final bouz?✅ Bahbaby Baaaaaaa👶aaaaaabe UnDiSpUtOr
- Only Bahbaby Babe f💎nn💎ts bring that kuntrywude sigmA👋. 🎧ྀི♪⋆.✮ 🤣🤣🤣
- CANCELLED: making a deliberate display (like posing or tunking) to get the attention of a charismatic person.
These journals were recorded via Tymphony Aural Augmetics… TAA: Listen Up!
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