Story nr. 4
From Civilmedia
“That's not possible. What you're asking is for me to ignore everything.”
“But I can't, my hearts are beating so much, I have to go and distribute them to those 'in need'.”
“You do not need to go there, it's too dangerous.”
“Well, everything has been destroyed, I have to leave now.”
0/1 stood and watched V disappear into the distance. Their steps made a rampant echo in their soul that felt like radiation and cruel music. 0/1 did want to be alone. They had arrived too, although they had nothing left. 0/1 started to run, having 7 legs and 7 lungs meant that this creature had a motor capacity which was quite phenomenal, and soon they had left the city of Salzburg in the former republic of Austria and kept running over mountain tops, with snow covering their hairy, padded feet, cooling it down so the burn created through the extreme pace in which they were running, could alleviate. 0/1 stopped and surveyed the landscape. Gorgeous and redeeming, the creature leapt off the mountain tops into the air, so arms became wings which carried them across continents far away from V and their work preoccupation – they had an appointment with Kim, in an entirely different place.
0/1 stood on top of a hill, reddish and bare, with a strong wind blowing directly into his ears, so hard that it was impossible to distinguish the sound of Kim's 6-handed steps... Suddenly, Kim stood right beside 0/1 and smiled.
“Quite a soundscape, isn't it?” 0/1 said.
“This is definitely not Salzburg, at least not in the near future...”
“...but who knows,” said 0/1, and didn't even finish the thought since a piercing, loud sound reached her ears, a sound that made it through the roaring wind, reminding her of the mission. Yes, she was here to see Kim but also to direct all her sensory capacities to that one piercing cry... a cry for help, she thought, and luckily had no idea just how wrong she was.
She walked for hours into the city, following this everlasting, horrible scream, Kim crouching by her side. When she finally neared the origin of it, the cry had turned into a terrible noise, a mix of pain and rage, of anger and despair: they had arrived at Bob's heavy metal club.
And she saw what she could not believe, she saw everything – she saw!!!
And 0/1 saw too. Both saw...
What? Is the Hell!!!
It was not heavy metal, it was Pih Poh, all the singers from PIH POH were there, then they noticed it was not all there. It was only one and others were the copy and the copy was not left but right. Nobody could believe, the machine was making copy and more copy from the original, but the hair was different, the eyes were different, but still a copy.
Pih Poh music, the music Kim and 0/1 loved, they knew all the names for the singers and could tell the difference from each other, but now... the real world, the reality showed up.
Now, what was happening with both? They had a crisis, a musik crisis...
Their ability to listen and enjoy the music was gone for good. They didn't go deaf. It was even worse. Their ears deformed. Physically! The shape of it transformed, so now, their so-called brain center specialized for music and sound analysis started to process only 90's mainstream music. That was the end of good old dub-step and broken-beat for Kim and 0/1. In their life.
