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Showing posts with label Popstars of the Apocalypse 2. Show all posts
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Friday, 29 April 2016

Popstars of the Apocalpyse 2. Act 3 Scene 5

The forgotten top floor of the Senate building in one of the colleges of the University of London. The rooms have not been used since the early 1970's when the physics and nuclear research department, under public pressure around the safety concerns of nuclear research being carried out in the crowded urban areas,  moved out from the top floor of the Senate building to an undisclosed underground location in the middle of what used to be marshland in Stratford, but what is now part of the 2012 Olympic village. The reactor is still on the site and is occasionally switched on for tests, but the buildings have been renamed The Claygate Climate Change Centre, and nobody really pays it any attention.

The corridor is dusty and abandoned, there is rubbish and random mess that has not been tidied since the early 70's. An old copy of Beat magazine from August 1971 with the Osmonds on the cover lies torn in a corner while random bits of unidentifiable electronics junk lies scattered in apparently random distribution. 

There is a loud electronic humming noise outside a door marked Artificial Intelligence Research Laboratory. 

Crew and Steve knock timidly on the door. They hear loud sounds of electro static discharges.

Dr Kemble: from within Turn it up, the signal is getting stronger. Yes, I can see something it's coming through. Remarkable. Turn on the modulator.

John Hampton: Which one is the modulator?

Dr Kemble: The black button with the bee sticker on it and the words Bravo.

John Hampton: he presses the button I meant to ask you about that. Why a bee?

Dr Kemble: They were left over from a French teacher I suppose, don't know how they found their way up here. Besides if this should fall into the wrong hands noone would know how to use it without the key.

John Hampton: I see, so what does the turtle with the words 'genial' written underneath do?

Dr Kemble: The turtle cuts out the background radiation. Protects the receptor from stray inputs the same way a shell protects a turtle from attack from animals I suppose, there is a kind of reason and logic behind the indicators but hopefully too obtuse for anyone who might try to steal the machine.

John Hampton: Why would anyone steal the machine, nobody knows about it except for me you, the boys and a wooden puppet.

Dr Kemble: Oh my dear Johnnie, I thought you more than anyone would know by know that someone always knows what you're doing. It's just a question of not giving them any reason to try to disturb you.

John Hampon: So why a bee?

Dr Kemble: Listen, after a few seconds there is a buzzing sound as the modulator starts to work on the signal.

John Hampton: Ahhh.

Suddenly there is a knocking sound.

Dr Kemble: Hmmm, that noise is not normal. There must be a problem with the signal transducer.

John Hampton: It's the door.

Dr Kemble: confused and examining his equipment door? There is no door. You mean the flap for the signal correction panel? It is not making this sound?

John Hampton: returning with Steve and Crew The door door, the door to this room.

Dr Kemble: with delight Ahhh marvelous, now we have test subjects to work with.

Crew: Test subjects? I don't like the sound of that?

Dr Kemble: Why not, we have you to thank for all this and we seem to be making some clear progress. Look!

Crew: looking at the TV screen unable to see anything except for TV static I can't see anything professor.

Dr Kemble: Look there, do you see it?

Dr Kemble points Steve and Crew to a specific area on the bottom edge of the screen. 

Dr Kemble: Look, there particles that are firing here, notice that they are firing in the opposite direction to the other signals.

Steve: Is that it? I thought we were going to be able to see actual pictures of them, not just fast moving white dots. How can we communicate with that?

Dr Kemble: It's early days yet. All of this static you can see here, this is all electromagnetic radiation, some of it from Earth telecommunications, some of it from all the signal sources in the city and roughly one percent is from the big bang you know. Well if we can shield the source collector from all of these sources and somehow strengthen and focus our source then we will be able to develop the signal into something. At least it's possible but it all depends on how strong these spirit signals are, noone has ever recorded such things.

Steve; Actually that's not quite true.

Dr Kemble: turns to Steve and raises an eyebrow Oh? You're referring to the William Crooke no doubt? A brilliant chemist but rather a poor judge of human character, I'm afraid he was duped by some extremely unscrupulous people, much like Conan Doyle another great mind sadly marred by one fatal flaw: an over willingness to believe.

Steve: Actually I had Uri Geller in mind.

Dr Kemble: He was big in the eighties. Used to have a way with spoons. What do you know about him?

Crew: interrupting He worked with The Mossad on psychic affairs, and the CIA.

Steve: Thanks Crew but I was the one talking to the professor. He worked with a man called Andrija Puharich on a round-table project called The Council of Nine. All connected to the Illuminati Astor and Bell families.

Crew: interrupting The Bell family is old, so is Astor, they both go back to Canaan and the ancient middle east. The Bells are related the priests of  Baal bloodline and Astor are the priest of  Astarte.

Steve: Puharich was working on contacting extra-terrestrials who claimed to be the pantheon of the nine archetypal Gods of ancient Egypt. Geller was the channel and he would receive these messages from outer space, then apparently he would start to receive messages directly transferred onto magnetic cassettes. This was all taken very seriously and there was a lot of money involved because these people wanted to get hold of ideas and concepts for new technology and like the Nazis there was a lot of currency to the idea that such insights and information which can revolutionise the world comes from the interested other dimensional beings communicating with humans. Then they changed their story and claimed to be an alien race known as Rhombus 4d from a planet called Hoova.

Dr Kemble: So you're saying the myth of Prometheus might not be merely a myth. That these 'things' out there which communicate with us and help us with our development.

Crew: Yeah. What do you think?

Dr Kemble: I don't have a strong opinion. It's possible of course, but it's equally possible that innate human ingenuity can go a long way in these matters especially when beings claim to come from a planet known for vacuum cleaners. Perhaps they invent that who knows? Along with the Corby trouser press and the Goblin Teasmade.

John Hampton: interjecting Steve raises an interesting point. How do we even know that whatever beings we contact are even rock stars at all? What if it's all part of some deception? We need to be wise to this possibility. There was a chap, a journalist who investigated psychic phenomenon and mediums. He wanted to figure out if the whole thing about spirits was real and whether the mediums who were supposedly in contact with these spirits were sincere. He discovered that the mediums were sincere but the spirits were not. They always pretended to be something or someone they weren't. Fisher spent hours and hours of research investigating the stories from these channeled voices from beyond, and every time, some fact or element of their story was out, he could find no evidence of their actual existences despite the fact that nearly all the details of their story were correct.

Steve: So what happened?

John Hampton: He realised that something else was going on, this wasn't just about whether the mediums were lying or whether spirits really existed. The sheer depth of knowledge exhibited by the spirits assured him they were a real disembodied intelligence, and the complete variance of this knowledge to the lives of the mediums who channeled these intelligences assured him that they had no conscious role in any deception. However the inescapable conclusion he came to was a terrifying one, that not only were these spirits not quite who they said they were but they weren't actually human and never had been. They were something else.

Crew: Demons?

Steve: Aliens?

John Hampton: Who knows? But certainly not human. They were something which needed human attention for some reason to give it reality. It needed to possess people and be communicated with, and it seemed to have access to whole lifetimes of knowledge upon which to create a mosaic of an invented life on Earth so its words from beyond the grave would be listened to. But the spirits Joe communicated with had never existed as humans on Earth.

Steve: What happened?

John Hampton: Joe Fisher killed himself by jumping off a cliff. He told his editor shortly before his death that the spirits were still after him for having written his book exposing them.

Crew: Dayum.

John Hampton: That's right. So whatever comes through that screen, if it ever gets beyond the stage of moving white dots of static then we'd better be circumspect and be on our guard.

Steve: But we met Jim. Jim's real.

John Hampton: Sure, but that's not to say someone might not sneak through who isn't on our guest list.

Crew: Yeah, like Whitney Houston. She sucks. I don't want to see her ghost warbling on my telly, it was bad enough having it as a number one for ten weeks. No escape from that mad screaming ego with voice like a frigging ambulance siren.

Steve: Agreed. No Whitney. And no Jackson. Kid fiddling Pepsi swilling muppet come later day saint. First sign of Jackson's black or white face and I'm putting the boot into that machine.

Crew: Deal.

Dr Kemble: while fiddling and tinkering I appreciate your high standards and stringent entry requirements but there is no question of damaging the equipment I've spent so long messing about with continues fiddling and having a sudden idea spots a biscuit crumb and puts it in the machine. By Jove, I think I've got it.

The screen is suddenly clear of static and a shadowy human form is visible. 

Crew: Wow what did you do? How did you reduce all the signals you mentioned?

Dr Kemble: The technological miracle of biscuits. Just a shot in the dark but a perfectly logical one. The biscuit contains fat much like the human brain and serves equally to filter out any extraneous signals which are not required, while serving to strengthen and channel the internal signals we DO need. Well how remarkable. As a scientist I'm continually amazed what a fine sense of humour the universe seems to have sometimes.

Crew: So who is it? It's not Whitney or Jackson is it because I don't want to talk to them.

Dr Kemble: It's hard to tell, we need some way of creating light relief.

Crew: Like a few jokes? Have you heard the one about the ex-pat business man on the Japanese golf course?

Dr Kemble: No and I don't want to. But that's not what I meant by light relief. I mean shading, we need to find a way of shading the features and creating different tones of shades before we will be able to see anything.

John Hampton: Hmmmm. It needs a filter of some kind. Crew, give me your sunglasses.

Crew: Sure.

John Hampton: putting them on No, these are no good. What about yours Steve?

Steve hands over his sunglasses to John Hampton.

John Hampton: Putting on the sunglasses Oh yes that's the ticket. Here Philip, try these on.

Dr Kemble: Oh my, yes, the polarising lens works perfectly. So who is this young lady?

John Hampton: If I'm not mistaken this young lady is called Amy Winehouse.

Crew: Amy Winehouse? We picked up Amy Winehouse? Oh yeah. Talking to the shadowy figure on the TV. Can you sing Valerie for us? I love that. You were so awesome  Amy, I saw you at Glastonbury. Why did you punch that bloke though? And why did you come into the audience, what were you looking for? starts singing Lionel Ritchie Was it me you were looking for?

Dr Kemble: She can hear you, but we can't hear her. So there'll be no greatest hits shows for the moment until I figure out a way to channel sounds from the ghost world. In the meantime we all need to get hold of a pair of polarised sunglasses.

Friday, 15 April 2016

Popstars of the Apocalypse 2 Act 3 Scene 4

Hype Aid secret children's warm-up gig for children held at a de-sanctified church in Hackney. Only young people under the age of 16 who had family members in the OTO or the Freemasons were able to obtain tickets which were distributed by the grand Master at the local lodge.

The bill has three of the acts due to appear at the Hype Aid concert in two week's time.

Demon Chile, Smiley Mindless, and the special X-Factor competition winners, the boy band Underage.

Demon Chile is performing her final song and most famous song, I wanna be naughty.

Demon Chile:

Y'all see me strutting up at tha super bowl with my crazy burnin' eyes 
Pumped up muscles cos I eat too many spinach pies
My dirty ol' minge is peeking out of my Deckers
And for shits and giggles I'm gonna do myself with a Snickers
But what can I say?
Cos when I'm hitting forty,
And I wanna be naughty...
Ooooh Yeaaah I wanna be naughty.
I'm gonna be naughty.

The audience of little girls sing frantically along, who despite their tender years, show an ardent desire to be naughty too, and a few of them will no doubt find themselves going backstage later to spend some quality time with the latest boy band Underage who have a predilection for this kind of thing since they were all sexually abused by their Freemason uncles before they turned teenagers who also encouraged them to join the local Naturist camp where they made special kinds of videos with other young naturists

After Demon Chile's Smiley Mindless comes on stage accompanied by Joey Fringe from the group Underage.

Smiley Mindless: Hello special children of London. My little English friend here Joey Fringe has something important to say.

There are screams and some girls promptly faint, but they are secretly pretending, for some reason the more zeal they exhibit in support of these gormless tassel haired paedophiles the higher their social currency rises, and this is the only thing of interest to most young girls, being part of the herd, no matter how harmful, stupid and sexually immoral, the content they are blindly cheering in their pursuit for peer acceptance. It's on TV and in the papers so it must be the correct herd to be in. Such is the ease with which it is possible to emotionally and mentally subvert and entire generation. Human psychology is just far too easily hacked.

Joey Fringe: He waves Hello children. This is a very special concert for the most special children in the whole of England he hears something in his ear-piece, he coughs, and Wales, Scotland and Northern Ireland. All you little girls and a few of you little boys are all here today because we're all part of one big special family. Our special family rules this world and this world is our stage and we have a lot of fun singing and dancing and having a good time with our special friends and meeting lovely young people like you. There are wild delirious cheers and screams.

Smiley Mindless then momentarily leaves the stage and returns carrying a giant Paedobear which she gyrates and grinds her stupid pale body against in a simulated sex act.

Smiley Mindless: I love you baby paedo bear. Take me to Bohemian Grove and rape me daddy.

Joey Fringe: Everybody get you hands in the air. Starts clapping Me and Smiley gonna lay it down the way we like it. Repeat after me. One, two, three.

Smiley Mindless: Ooooh Daddy.

The audience of mostly young girls repeat the refrain of 'Ooooh Daddy'.

Smiley Mindless: Oooh naughty Daddy.

The audience repeat and the phrase 'Oooh naughty Daddy' echoes around the old church.

Joey Fringe: starts lowering his trousers and strutting around the stage with his trousers just above his knees Turn up the heat.

Smiley Mindless: Daddy gonna rape me.

The simple minded silly audience repeat the refrain 'Daddy gonna rape me'. Smiley Mindless repeats the refrain and so do the audience.

Joey Fringe: cutting in Oooooh feels so good.

Smiley Mindless: Bad daddy did me
                          Three mid nights at the grove
                          With the trees and the Bushes
                          And all the big swingers
                          All lined up to rape me.

A strobe light is activated and everything in the church suddenly starts to become a little more unreal and dislocated from reality.

Smiley Mindless: I'm a slut with a broken soul,
                         Always empowered 
                         A woman in control, 
                         I wear big boots to kick you in the balls 
                         Because I'm Lilith before the fall.
                         No man can break a woman, 
                         Who breaks herself,
                         There's nothing to take, 
                         If I give it all away for the Goddess' sake.
                         I swing with all the bosses, 
                         Rothschild on my all-seeing I-phone, 
                         I've been to their parties, 
                         I've slept with all the Skull n'Bones. 

As soon as Smiley says 'Skulls n' Bones' a pink lazer light appears which projects a skull and crossbones onto the back wall of the stage. Dry ice is then pumped into the church and the skull and bones pink lazer light then moves across the floor of the church and superimposes itself over the whole audience.

Joey Fringe: The pink lazer light strikes Joey and he enters a channeling trance My children, we have travelled so far to see you. Across the vast emptiness of space for so many million miles we travelled in frozen starvation, the living dead moving through deep space hungering for the taste of a living soul. And now we are here at last. To taste humanity.

Smiley Mindless: Now we will come into you. She raises her arms suddenly and there is a sudden change in the audience, they quickly fall into total silence as they are hypnotised by the pink lazer light which falls over them.

Joey Fringe: Yes. Here we come.... out from the eternal frozen night and into the flesh!

At that, all of the people in the audience react as one body. 

The Audience: Now, we are here, in the flesh.

Joey Fringe: We have arrived at last, father of the night, we are here at last, fully embodied. 

The Audience: We have arrived. This is our world now.

The audience of now possessed children leave the church and go out into the world.

I'm on FIRE with dat TROOF.

I'm on FIRE with dat TROOF.
Kundalini refugee doing a bit of landscaping.