Stream 001: This is it Guys! Today is the Day! Hello World!
[Livestream 8:20 night]
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9/32/4076
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[Is it set? I think the cam is alright now… This is the livestream tonight… As you can see, everyone is prepared now. Our weapons, here in our van going to that location.]
[Wow... Everyone in the four cities are now looking at my handsome face!]
[Unfortunately, this is how it is guys. The authorities will never settle to give us a chance so... We all know this is where it will lead to.]
[In the past weeks, you all know that the clue for Starlium Gear had been leaked which resulted in the shutdown of common websites and the internet almost.]
[Well today… Today is the day we've learned where it is.]
[So… *sigh… why make this video? Uh… uhm… I don't know… Asking for support, a fucking ready set go video hahaha!]
[We all know the capabilities of Starlium Gear. Musical Revolution. The greatest thing that ever happened to us came to life because of the Starlium Gear. And now… that it is finally in our eyes, it's time to secure the goal of this revolution.]
[A better future… right? So please… I know that this time… Bloodshed will spill. The tolerance and the resentment against the authorities and corpos reach their ends here, unavoidable but what can we do common folks? Pacifist route will not work now, that is a fact. Tonight,.many will die for that future. Sorry miss Christine hahaha!]
[Anarchy will ensue tonight. But if it's for a better future… We are willing to take those sacrifices.]
[So… pick up your weapons one last time. Before the promised peace is within our hands. There's no other way for both sides to understand each other. Wash your necks fuckers! You know what's going to come, the authorities won't be able to protect you. They will be busy here in Starlium Gear, so hide well those rich fucks who made too many enemies! Most of them won't participate! They'll just seize this moment to fuck you over!]
[Alright, that's enough. Before I drop my countdown, why don't we reminisce about the past while we're at it? This is the last time after all… One and last time. The pure beauty of the Musical Revolution will cease to exist after this so… Let's trace back my memories about it.]
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[Each morning, roads that remained in a twilight as if frozen in the night sky yet we all know that it's not the beaming lights but the morning sun.]
[All this dim ambiance yet local shops are already playing their jazz, musicians crossing over along with normal pedestrians. And almost everyone focused on their personal hologram interfaces.]
[They created all of these tall skyscrapers and highrise buildings like giant prisons yet yearned for something natural.]
[This is the life we've known...]
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“Why do you think wearing this in the morning is fine? Are we going to some hip-hop battles?” Reika sternly chews his food.
“Eh….. I mean… you didn't have any stylish clothes that fit me.” With a larger mouthful of her own food, Chiyou responded back.
A potato and crumb corn dog on their mouths, they keep walking straight despite all the gazes.
“I know that it's pretty dark on the road in the morning but I never guessed it's this dark. But it's cool that it's cold here and it's very photographic.” Chiyou snapped another picture by pointing and adjusting the holographic screen.
After walking for a while, Reika looked above the transparent hexagonal railings that looked like someone drew lines in the sky. It's the advanced train system higher class from Stelaris can afford, different from the traditional concrete and magnetic trains.
Reika looked over at his corn dog once again, and took a bite on the sausage, the ooze of cheese leaking out.
They crossed the road and to their right is a downwards road where the glimmering sea and bridge in the horizon can be seen. The brightest of the sun finally streak their faces again.
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[The rich are able to enjoy the sun in their tall prisons, and while us? We can only wait for such a gimmick to feel that we are still natural borned humans.]
[Looking back at my old self guys I think, ever since the inception of this musical revolution, I find it pretty stupid. There's no way that these same people who are all talk and no action could actually make a change whatever they do, either political or market involvement, there's just no way in the world by, let alone some stupid music.]
[But to my surprise, some foolish people joining the hype for the juicy profit got absolutely wrecked and looked stupid after their sales were overtaken by prominent figures in that revolution, and then new ones regarding the music industry joined the revolution. Like how? Who started such movement so smart it immediately secured notoriety?]
[That's when the revolution was seen as some sort of challenge and opportunity for new entrepreneurs who are passionate really about making music. Some do not care for the revolution, some are both and some are just joining the hype yet strategically profiting unlike the predecessors.]
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Back to the present, the bright shimmer of the sea and the couple trees that Chiyou and Reika laid on.
“I didn't get the Musical Revolution at first, but I clearly saw that life becomes more and more livelier ever since then. There are times where I can see people over the streets when hearing music, holding their chest you know like feeling their heartbeat? It's like they can finally feel that they are alive.”
Reika still keeps going, closing his eyes while Chiyou enjoys watching him.
“The concept of drama returned. Tragedy and comedy once again coexisted, the useless “philosophy” that was considered the most useless subject in school was renovated and people started challenging their minds again, the laws became lenient and reasonable for common people and actual criticisms through the media returned. The pretentious critiques got a taste of their own medicine and suddenly…”
Reika wakes his eyes, looking at Chiyou back.
“...you actually feel the essence of the people around you. As if suddenly, everyone else mattered. As if people no longer felt like a machine cogs working a solitary life, but instead, have their own stories to tell, music to express and messages to share.”
“I can understand.” Chiyou replied with a nod, sitting while her head rested on her knees.
Reika stared at her for a while before looking back at the lake.
“I'm sure you do Chiyou, it's the same joy you feel during the nights you express yourself. Look at over there, can you feel it?”
Pointing out at the people in the same lake, people are reconstructing a classic old technology of stereo radio and hitting a boogie dance. But with its own flare, those groups transitioned their songs back and forth with jazz and electro swings.
“You've never seen that right? Only on the internet but I'm sure you can feel the magic witnessing it in reality.”
The joy and the smile of those people, smooth and rotating their hips and torsos in an unimaginable way with a tripping foot work, even though they are far away from those dancers, she felt like even her body danced with the beat. Such a pure emotion that her iris glowed a yellow outline.
There's something that the morning sun added to makes this feeling unique.
“That's true…! It really has a different feel to it.”
“You can use it as a reference, you are a pretty genius in terms of showmanship and music you know?”
“Hah, thanks!”
Reika stood up, extending his hand towards her.
“Come, let me show you more.”
“Un!” Chiyou took his hand and stood enthusiastically.
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[Before, music was just a mere noise in the televisions, singing soullessly to sell a product or tone deaf heavily augmented music for some idol groups.]
The streamer played music. The voice of the singer is the whole melody itself that it no longer needs its instrumentals.
[Singing the Beat!] - One Love Office TV show
Other examples are more generic titles inside generic shows.
[Jumping Hearts] - Singing Love Songs for You TV show
[Oh Susan, My Love!] - Love Transcenders TV show
[All of this music shares one similar aspect and that is its contextual irrelevance to the people.]
[Entertainment in this world becomes stale when all that remains are agendas hidden inside shallow comedies.]
[Romantic comedy to be exact. Scenarios that are too convenient for the story, jokes that overuse puns, music that feels like a diary or just conversational diction added with the repeating melodies, and predictable plot that holds hands with the audience to enjoy it mindlessly. Repeatedly over and over.]
[Tragedy and criticism shows are met with “professional” critiques just straight up insulting the show and the creator through fancy pretentious words. Making up non-existent themes in the show instead of the actual themes that it wanted to discuss.]
[All that effort in order to stop the masses from watching something so shallow like this, stop critical thinking and media literacy about the messages. Satire comedy wasn't spared either with all the copyrights.]
[But there's just something inside the human hearts that yearn to seek. It doesn't want to be contained, somewhere in all this suppression, their voice grew louder inside them until just a small spark of hope and a little hatred, is all it needed.]
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In the evening....
Somewhere in the street, Xyres called the captain of the soldiers waiting on the location.
“8,000 personnel were sent to the location. 5 block perimeter search and blockade are starting the set up. There are only a few who got deeper in the buildings but we use them as sacrificial scouts. We are suppressing the irrelevant party.”
“You should know that this isn't the end, more civilians will arrive so be ready. And he might even join. Do not cause bloodshed yet, we are at disadvantage if we start wasting resources. We don't know how many rebels will arrive. Let the authorities handle the suppression. Wait for others to arrive before making the next plan.”
“Understood, sir Xyres!”
“Alright. The other terminators will support you. Wait for them later, again, just suppress them, follow those who sneak in and block all the buildings, tunnels and rooftops.”
“Yes sir.”
Call ended.
Xyres looks over the street’s bustling night. Everyone is on guard, staring at their phones, being inconspicuous on the weapons they are hiding inside building unbelievable tension that some of them give by looking over every car that passes. The noise of the street seems so unnatural. The commercial sounds louder than the usual street music, the murmurs and discussion sounded artificial.
These desperate lowlifes will risk everything. Just to get hands of that hope that can reverse their circumstances. Such selfishness is why they will end up in the statistics in this war they are waging. As long as thought and self desire exist within these people, they are always bound to repeat the same mistakes they always do. Mistakes that they know how to patch and temper to their will.
The leniency they have given to them for decades... All for this moment of finally finding the source of all their hopes and thoughts.
Without it. Will there be fuel again to ignite their hearts?
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[I remember the tragedy… and the miracle brought by the first pioneer who started the revolution before it was even acknowledged, all written on papers that were already lost in time, buried by the tyrants…]
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[Breaking news: The Elracour Gang Committed Terrorism Never Seen Before in History!]
[Today this afternoon, the Elracour Gang committed a siege on eight newborn calibration facilities and wrecked havoc. The gang held the facilities and its staff hostage and had a stalemate with the authorities for the course of 9 and a half hours.]
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[After the unfortunate disagreement, the gang had fully unleashed its chaos and blow up the eight facilities that generates newborn bodies and the database that store memories and data of million individuals, the CEO of those facilities understand the tragedy that unfold and the people's frustration about their loved one’s or their own memories and data being lost, what's worse are the deceased who has yet to be transferred on a newborn. But they promised to recover them as soon as possible.]
You could be reading stolen content. Head to the original site for the genuine story.
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[GRX newborn facility at your service! The all new advance and next generation in security and efficiency on newborns!]
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[GRX facility is a new company made by one of the eight companies involved in the bombing?]
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[GRX success in the market and the hunt down of Elracour members, a blessing?]
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[People Are Skeptic! New Theories Suggest That the Elracour Incident May Have Been An Inside Job!?]
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[“There is no inside job, people are just making theories out of nothing!” -Said by a spokesperson of…..]
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[Leak video: Elracour’s own newborn facility was discovered by a citizen detective, most of the machines seen with the same brand as the newborn facilities!]
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[The masses are in hysteria with the massive incident that occurred, the media keeps trying to suppress information!]
[Global lockdown was initiated in District A to combat the protest.]
[The mayor of District B had issued a statement forcing citizens to deter away from the Elracour incident and let the authorities do their job.]
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Until the last final straw...
[Leak video of one of the staff of ■■■ Newborn facility singing a song for his daughter inside the safe vault of the facility. The gentle music that his coworkers joined to chant before the heat ultimately killed them.]
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[Protest greatly increased in every City after the leakage of that staff’s final song during the Elracour incident. Many citizens revolted for justice and started a musical movement in his name.]
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[The musical movement that was predicted to die down early is only growing stronger? The citizens who joined the movement erected a statue of the father and his daughter.]
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[■■■■ Company exposed trying to exploit the hype brought by the Musical Revolution, the company‘s stocks plummet astronomically.]
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[The daughter of that music hero had joined the revolution with her music! Several companies saw potential in the miracle brought by the revolution!]
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[Angel of music popstar Christine founded Night City Entertainment and its success is the fastest rising company in the history!]
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[General literacy improved by 68.4% over the course of 3 years? What influence did the Musical Revolution bring to this?]
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[Corpos laying low, is this a good thing or just another scheme?]
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[Rising stars and significant people like Christine from Stelaris had begun changing their own cities for good! Who are they?]
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[The first pioneer; Christine and the other 12 pioneers from the other city had joined forces! Mayors from the 4 cities had a celebration party!]
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[The pioneers had successfully united the 4 cities and decided a name to represent this day. Stelaris, Mugen, Twilight and Solaris are now together! They are the Cities of Rhythms!]
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[Welcoming of Exrace Media Entertainment!]
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[4 years after the Elracour incident, what truly unfolds there?]
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Reika and Chiyou arrive at the arcade.
“Our first meeting, remember?”
“Yeah… I punched the hell out of you.” Chiyou giggled.
“Is that really all you remember?”
“You’re acting all cool and mysterious despite being punched. Well it's your fault for messing up my account!”
“Alright, why don't we just play a game alright?”
They rented a large VR capsule room for an hour in which they've been transported to a digital urban world where arcs of ramps, booster platforms and EDM music clash against each other as players race and travel the spaces. With Reika's help, Chiyou was able to learn the feeling of riding wearing hyper skate shoes.
Then after lunch, Reika showed Chiyou his research on old music techniques and history that she can integrate at her style.
Afternoon, festivities after festivities, they enter a realistic boundless flying simulator in VR.
Infinite fall, and leaping on the open maps of spectacular nature, worlds they have visited created from the imagination of the artist, even though they knew that all of those feelings are just mirages of the past that are no longer relevant to these times.
With how easy it is to replicate and build “nature”, there's no genuine reason for the human heart not to be amazed and inspired. Only the kudos belong for the craftsman, not for the world.
Chiyou kept the casual lemony clothes and wore the hyper skates to glide around the tracks leaving a trail of yellow light behind and letting the breeze sweep her hair.
Reika with a paper bag helmet was more extreme and slings in the sky with gravity defying stunts from the game’s physics while still also wearing the aqua fuchsia neon with a retro street style. These two are definitely the most eye candy to look at as they race across with an attractive blaze.
But the people are instead gathering and distanced in the game like it's a meeting rendezvous. There's only a few countable people enjoying the tracks to the point that they are reaching top speed, the rest however are just staying still, having serious faces and low murmurs.
“What's the deal with them Rei?”
“The cyberspace is down, they're meeting up probably to discuss Starlium Gear.”
“Oh my… Are people really serious?”
“I guess so. The absurd amount spilled on the internet is just unbelievably detailed and has a clear effort that there's no chance that the one who posted it just wasted his life writing that.”
Rei pointed to the side, they can see nervousness, thrill, anger and motivation in their faces.
“I think we should wrap up, do you want to continue?”
“Umm… your choice?”
“I don't want to, the atmosphere doesn't look good here. People are really hell bent now on fighting the authorities.”
“Yeah….. That document might really be the real deal.”
They both fell silent for a while. Before Reika talked.
“If authorities are going to such an extent of banning the internet, no one would buy their “misinformation spreading, need to delete” excuse. People are going to instinctively believe that the Starlium forum was the real deal and the authorities are going to seize it for themselves.”
These people had clearly no interest in playing, but this time, the atmosphere is overbearing, that skepticism over others and keen eyes from the shadow follows them over. Even here, they fear that the authorities are spying on them.
“I think we might really experience a full on civil war this time… Damn… This might be the peak of the Musical Revolution.”
Reika looked around and sighed.
“Really. This is gonna be troublesome for your admission, and the safety of the city overall.”
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[Fear creeps in my heart, it swells from my chest. The thought of what abilities we have if we really riot against the authority that had long abandoned serving the citizens and fulfill their self interest instead. Of course they are powerful but if you have this unquenchable hatred... What can they do about it?]
[This might really turn for the good or for the worse than ever before. But there is no turning back.]
[I guess… The greatest variable in this war would be the criminals of Twilight City… The same fuckers who started the Musical Revolution, yet the same fuckers who's gonna be part again of this new war.]
The livestreamer switched his camera and pointed to the building location where their vehicle halted.
[This is it guys….]
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Somewhere in a warehouse, once again wrapped in a full tactical suit. Corinth glanced at the hologram of the livestream.
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Somewhere in an expensive room, the fair maiden that hums gently cannot hide the shaking of her lips. The fear of the peace she had built for decades, just for people to resort on violence over blind hope.
“Butler… The 12 pioneers… We need to talk again.”
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Somewhere in the street. Li Xiyun listens to the livestream at the back while his driver watches it. Sweat trickled from the driver as he tried to cover the messages he received.
[Hey, when are you going to arrive? We need someone to get away and security for our breach! More and more people are gathering!]
[I'm still escorting Li Xiyun! Just wait!]
[Fuck! Just fucking ditch him! Is he so fucking important more than the Starlium Gear!? Even his owners won't fucking care! The Nircess guards are already here brawling with others! Just kidnap him!]
[Shit….]
[Hey, what are you waiting for!? I'll give you the rendezvous if you're so fucking afraid! There will be a siege truck on that ping, we will wreck and start the riot so come!]
The driver sighed. Previously he was part of a massive gang in Twilight that was just lucky to be hired by Nircess to be a personal driver for Xiyun after his rehabilitation.
But no amount of rehab can escape the wish granting miracle of Starlium Gear. Xiyun won't be angry about this, right?
He swallowed his breath. And made a sharp turn and throttled the sports car to its max speed.
Though Li Xiyun was taken aback by the sudden shift. He immediately understood what this driver was doing.
“So you cannot resist the temptation as well.” With that annoying stoic voice that seems condescending, he spoke.
Driver felt ashamed for a bit but toughens himself. A damn artist's pride doesn't matter to the world now. It is going to be full of chaos. He can get away disrespecting him like this.
“Yeah. It matters to us more than what you think. Of course someone like you, glowing in the spotlight would never understand the lives common people had to suffer from the nurturing care your mommy and daddy Nircess and SJ that feed you.”
At that moment, the driver had remained stern, full of conviction to keep the car going.
“I can drop you here. Just go, you don't need to involve your fair skin into-”
“Continue.”
“Wha-” The driver was shocked by the response.
“Continue to the rendezvous. I'll join you.”
Speechless, the driver can't help but to wonder about the sudden shift and nonchalance.
“You said that it doesn't matter when the world is being shit like this now. So I don't care. Let's go to your rendezvous. Dying seems to be better if the world is just going to turn into a shittier mess, just treat it as a unexpected vacation.”
He didn't really understand why Xiyun was going along with him. He doesn't understand. How could someone who's supposed to feel a sense of superiority for all his glory and beauty not get angry at this lowly driver that may try to diminish his value.
But then he saw the smile he hides from himself.
Then he glanced at the driver.
“What are you looking at?”
“N-nothing.”
Perhaps. That smile may be a relief. Maybe that smile is the catharsis of freedom. Two people with different worth and cages. But they would never know nor would they want to.
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At the same time in the street, as the night arrives, in the park, the two teens strolls around alone.
“Well… This day is the most tiring thing I've done in a week…”
“Tired already? I barely perspired and we're going home now? Wahaha! That's what you get for not exercising.”
“Chiyou, don't compare me to your contradictory body, I honestly don't know why you have this inhuman physique inside this small frail looking body of yours. It's insane.”
“Excuses Reika, excuses, do you want me to carry you? Your legs are pretty shaking? Want to ride, princess?” Chiyou sarcastically teases Reika who's indeed slower in walking.
“You're too small. You're literally my chin height, I'm slow because your steps are shorter so I'm adjusting with your pace.”
“Really? Then you can carry me instead! I'm tired… My legs are shaking and I'm frail, can you carry me then?” Another tease knowing that the other one didn't work.
“Stop playing Chiyou, you've had your fun.”
“Wahaha! I think you're just scared of me riding your back.”
“Heh… Yes, you're like the worst version of my chair with how rock hard you are.” Reika fought back knowing that this will dig on her.
“What did you say?” Chiyou jumps towards his back and clings to his body that almost knocks both of them.
“Chiy- cut it out-” Reika is still trying to regain his balance while Chiyou completely locks her limbs on his torso crossing at each other.
“No way, let's go home my knight!’ Chiyou pointed forward.
“Chiyou- what do you think you're doing?”
“You said you're not the princess so I'll be the one instead.” Chiyou giggled and buried her chin on Reika's nape which jolted him sensitive.
Reika doesn't want to lose either.
“Princess? You're as flat as a saddle.”
Effective immediately, that hit Chiyou with the comment about her chest.
“Damn you Rei! They have volume! Volume! How dare you say that to a girl!” Chiyou pinned down Reika in the middle of the park’s road face down and locked him with joy in her face while Reika just resigned and gave up.
The night had slowly set, new lights of the billboards illuminating the surroundings that it's almost impossible to hide anything. On that road, the two remained at their positions, Chiyou sitting on Reika's back and Reika just slumping and hugging the floor.
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“What's your wish Rei if Starlium Gear is true.” Chiyou's voice asked curiously while looking at the night sky.
“Trying to be relevant?”
“Well… If you're going to shut down the internet out of desperation because of the Starlium Gear, people would want to see it in person, you know? So why not just believe hypothetically that it's true?”
Reika pondered for a while and used his arms to pillow his head on the ground.
“Welp… If I'm going to wish…. Well… Damn… I don't really know either.”
A short silence fell before Chiyou followed up.
“Why not?”
“I mean… I have a goal I never said before to you and I would like to keep it that way. It's the reason why I keep trying to improve my gadgets and my knowledge extensively, just that… If I wish for it to come true… Well, I feel like my effort in my whole 6 years of life… would feel meaningless.”
Chiyou paid respect for the rightful silence.
“I don't want my hard work to be invalidated, everything I suffered and painstakingly achieved only for it to miraculously come true just because of this miracle hope. Starlium Gear is such an addicting drug. Because it is a myth itself that grants reality to hopes and desires. What will happen if it's a one time or infinite use? What will happen if a bad guy takes it? What if it's a good guy?”
Reika closed his eyes and sighed.
“How will it affect the world? If someone wishes for a better or worse world. If I get it, I don't think I will use it. I don't want to burden myself to be responsible for the world. But I am too proud of myself to let it grant my wish that I want to achieve with my own hands.”
Another silence ensues until Reika was the one who asked back.
“How about you Chiyou? What’s your wish?”
Chiyou also pondered with a lingering empathy to Reika before she also closed her eyes and thoughts as well.
“I don't know your wish Rei but I hope it succeeds and your hard work pays off.”
“It's alright, thank you, so, what's yours?”
“Eh… I don't know either.” Chiyou closed her knees together and rested her arms in there.
“I don't want to reconcile, my mind has been clearer and the more I think about it, the more I get angry about her and myself, yet I will probably shake again if I face her. Wishing to gain courage is just too wasteful.”
“That's true.” Reika replied.
“I never met my mom, but if that's how she is then I have no reason to look for her either. I don't want to ask her about mom or dad.”
Reika was the one who listened to her now.
“This is the goal of the Musical Revolution, to give voice to the people that are too tired and consumed by earning to live that they abandon about themselves. Just that, if a riot really happens, this revolution will definitely shift beyond its pacifist approach. And the goal of letting people express themselves through their voice and harmony might completely be misled out of people's growing hatred for the authorities.” She took a breather before continuing.
“I will wish for a fairer world… This may be my wish. But I'm too much of a nobody and weak to comprehend how this can happen.”
Reika stepped back in.
“You're not a nobody, you're Miss Lemon, you're not weak… Whether it's the strength of your fist or your heart. Don't think like that.”
“I know that Rei but… I'm definitely not that much compared to the pioneers you know? They've moved people's hearts better and spearheaded this revolution for decades carrying people's hope and I can't imagine how that's possible. In fact, I'm confused how this revolution can even affect those cold hearted people that govern this world, we are just voices that can bring changes indeed, but how can it change blinded evil hearts?”
Another silence that Reika finds hard to respond to but eventually breaks the silence.
“But Chiyou, they are not alone. They always have someone on their back. Someone that they lean over to continue opposing the gale and we are part of them, and just like you, your fans are pushing your back to stop feeling hopeless, they are the pillars that supports your back.”
"Despite how weird they are." Reika added.
Chiyou stared at his back for a while and then softly giggled.
“You are so articulate Rei, you should be a writer.”
“Sounds boring.”
Chiyou giggled for a while.
“Well… I guess we're the same. I can wish for an equal world but for my own wishes… nothing comes to mind. I want courage but I want to get it with my own efforts while you… You want your hard work pay off with your hands and not with a miracle”
“Well that settles it. Starlium Gear is pretty irrelevant to us.” Reika summarized their conversation.
“Yeah…”
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“Wanna go home?” Reika asked.
“Yeah, let's teleport out of here.” Chiyou took a deep breath to reset the mood.
“Yeah…. so… are you going to get off my back?”
“Hmm~?” Chiyou smiled with her mischievousness again.
“I thought you're enjoying this sensation since you're not moving?” Chiyou moved side by side, teasing him again.
“Very funny Chiyou, get your ass off my back.”
“Hai hai, alright.” She stood up fast to let Reika get back up again, she patted Reika's clothes before walking away.
“Why don't you wish to be proficient in all kinds of music though?” Reika asked.
“Oh yeah…! But I also can't comprehend what kind of music I'll be able to create. You know? I'm not into composing, you literally just help me define some unique chords played in different genres and cities and use AI for the repetitions to create the music we used against Erico.”
“That's true.” Reika replied.
Their voice faded away from the park as the same blue particles broke apart their image in the air.
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[*Sigh… This is where the Starlium Gear was based on the location said in the paper.]
[Hahaha… It's ironic isn't it? The hope of humanity is hiding here in this notorious building said to contain all hopes of the people wishing for a better life, home and transportation that they gave all their blood and sweat just to support its creation.]
[This building is the abandoned hope of all of those who worked hard wishing for a better future. Betrayed by the same authorities that they trusted with their lives.]
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[I'm awfully romantic today huh…]
[Shit… Why am I even tearing up, fucking hell… Am I crying that tonight? That the world will no longer be the same? No longer peaceful?]
The streamer wiped his tears with his metal forearm.
[Haha shit… This is just the mind control of the feds those puritans are talking about lmao! Why would I fucking wish for this miserable life again!]
[My nerves!!!! Damn! Just looking at this building just fucking pissing me off! I think this is it. It's the time!]
The streamer jumps from his vehicle. The outside was so bright and tight but as the camera adjusted, the view became clearer.
At first it was all pushing, brawling and smashing fists into one another.
And then suddenly... An engine revved from the distance.
A car blitzed across from a ramp and perfectly landed on the railroad above their head. The people inside screamed with thrill before throwing something on the ground and drifted inside.
And then the railroad explode. It crumbled slowly before collapsing towards the authorities standing near it.
And then the helicopters that intentionally beaming their bright light towards the crowds received a laser beam from the ground.
[*BOOM]
A loud thud of explosion burst in the video. The riot had started.
A uncontrolled grin, disbelief and then excitement that causes strangers to hug each other and jumps.
[AHAHAHAHAH LET'S FUCKING GO! STARLIUM GEAR! THE STARLIUM GEAR IS REAL!!!!]
At the background the disjointed yet somewhat symphonious sound of explosion, guns, cheering, music and shouts began. There is no way of telling if they are serious with those silly remix music if it wasn't for the fact that they are actually shooting each other.
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On the other side in the pavements of the street, the hackers who linked the video achieved the chaos across millions of screens.
Like a whistle signal, the people filled with anticipation had started running, shouting with hype, racing, that normal people can't help but to fear for their lives. It is a frenzy that threatens a stampede for anyone who blocks their way. The traffic on the road will remain indefinitely. The rebels started bashing the faces of the police nearby after abandoning their cars.
The beeps, desperate cries, and thrilled screams fill the city of Stelaris.
Organized lines filled the rooftops of Mugen, waiting for the hovering planes in the horizon, once again, the most tolerant and embracing city awaits for the calling of duty. Their body obeys, but the mind and heart remains towards that beautiful future that no amount of work or money could achieve.
An feral march and fireworks of weapons lights up the city of the criminals. Twilight City with their heavy armors and trucks with their distinct Aether designs. The aesthetic beauty, barbaric fashion of both styles and skin exposure.
The stalkers of the night in Solaris spun their rusty sharp gears, preparing for this unbelievable opportunity for revenge towards those who abandoned the promise of prosperity.
[WELL! IT'S OFFICIAL! SO DON'T YOU DARE SLEEP TONIGHT! DON'T YOU DARE CRY TONIGHT! THIS FRIDAY NIGHT HAHAHA!]
A city that never felt so alive at night. No one expected that it could even get better and livelier.
Such exposure of emotions lights up every corner of the skies with colors.
This time, every Aether construct glowed more densely and with even more details, so much so that creatures imagined from their mind are starting to be animated. This same surprise that captured people only further reinforced the extreme emotions they are already experiencing. It doesn't get any better than this!
Who cares about killing someone? It's for peace right? Just raise your weapon and go impale the feds! The world is already giving you a weapon! Just imagine! Yes… Imagine, the Aether, the Starlium Gear, the Maker is telling us that this is the time! So…
[SO TONIGHT WE'RE GONNA PARTY TILL THE PARTY DON'T STOP!]