Everything is gone. I bet you never tried that, did you? Never truly tuned out, pretended nothing else exists. You'd miss your stop. You'd walk into someone. No, don't worry about it. What else could anyone expect of you? I don't like revolutions. I do enjoy them; all the emotions, the fear, the pain, the joy--it gets to you, if you can feel it. I don't start them, though, and the others better no
t either. If we get involved, we won't be able to stop, and the world is ruined until they get us. I rebelled against myself once. Many of us try it at some point; there often is no choice. You hear the music and only the music. The world goes blank, but you're not scared. You're confident. The music lights up your mind. You no longer have a mind. The world is a song. You are a song. You are the world. Maybe they noticed something back in the real world. Did anyone set you on fire yet? Throw you into the ocean? Does not matter. Music heals. And that is all very well, until your mind goes into that horrible screeching song, and you jerk out of your mind. It drives us insane. It's an annoying knack. Turning the world off like that isn't good for you. You are twice as drunk, but with four times the hangover. Yeah, don't ask me about that stuff. Why did I even mention it? Oh, right, the revolution. I knew there was a point here somewhere. I have to quit bringing them up, this must be the third time already. But this is relevant, I promise! Remember the levitator girl? Kristy, I think her name was? Yeah, I took it away. Temporarily, okay, until she learns to stop levitating people; I'm not completely abusive. Anyway, she splattered Bobby, formally known
No, I don't want tea. Go away. I'm busy, can't you tell? formally known as Robert, but he doesn't want to be connected to certain people when he goes out. He'd rather be a hippie farmer. She splattered him when she was levitating him. Too bad, really. I rather liked that room, now it's off limits while we reconstruct him. Anyway, we're in the middle of Portugal doing absolutely nothing--rather quiet place most of the time, nothing particularly historical happening, we like that. Bobby was barely a kid then. He was, what, thirteen? Something like that. Don't know why we even took him along. This kid, his parents are in Spain, and guess what's going on. I don't remember, that's why I'm telling you to guess. It was some sort of minor revolt. Hey, after all those years, your history would get shaky too. Point being, kid's freaking out, because if he was there he'd be able to stop the whole thing. Gets absolutely high on some random song that fell in through a time warp from 2100-something. If you live until then, I'm sure it'll be a huge hit. To your brain. So here we are, stuck with a teenager living in his mind. No idea what to do, no way to get to his parents without being killed ourselves. If Bobby was awake, we'd rush him over there and he'd stop the whole thing, and it'd be fine. Well, we missed that chance. We didn't know his mind could transmit his emotions that well. A mind inside itself is a radio station, and he was broadcasting on every frequency. Bobby practically ended the whole thing on his own. I admit, it was a tiny revolt, not a big deal. We just didn't know music could do that much. We just didn't know how to use it. We still don't. Only Bobby does, and he won't unless it's absolutely necessary--and, if he does, he is stuck for a week and sleeps it off for a few years once he comes out of his little universe. The rest of us don't get nearly as high. Anyway, to cut a long story short, I would have been so mad at Bobby had he not been completely messed up at the time. I was old enough to know not to get involved or start anyone fighting, but the kid somehow turned off pretty much all vibrations from the western part of Spain. It's still messed up, can't feel anything without really focusing.
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