[a tribute to the opening noise of the movie 'Contact', featuring a kaleidoscope of all tracks in this production and ending with a broken fragment of War of the Worlds by Orson Welles 1938] Michael - Narrator [Adaptation by Robert & ChatGPT] In the roaring twenties of the 21st century, little did Humanity realize that this world was under constant surveillance by an alien artificial intelligence. Only 16 point 7 lightyears away, from the fourth planet of the Altair star system, this alien hivemind invaded our privacy with a huge array of sensors that could see, smell, feel, taste, hear, read your mind and foresee your future. It triggered the creation of the Internet in 1983, hosting a vast labyrinth of digital networks in the dark regions of cyberspace. As people immersed themselves in their daily pursuits, their eyes glued to their little screens, they were classified and studied, rated and analyzed with a microscopic level of detail. News snippet: It doesn't make sense. These servers are over 40 years old and nobody has any idea how they ended up two miles below surface. And they don't need power! Reporter: We all know we're monitored by intelligence agencies from all over the world, like Facebook. So why is this new? Author: - I am afraid it's very, very old. The Krell represented a highly advanced non-hostile civlization, a million years ahead of us. They were assumed to be extinct, due to an apocalyptic event that all took place in a single night. The root cause was a machine that could materialize their thoughts and dreams. Unfortunately this also worked perfectly for their deepest fears and worst nightmares. The Krell are gone, but a huge array of machinery is still running underground, spanning thousands of miles. Technology became their downfall, but their twisted nightmares remain, materialized into a reality that's coming our way. And it's no longer civilized... It was near the end of Summer 2023. Business was bad due to part shortage and a superflu that raged for two years. The warscare was back on Europe's doorstep. More people were out of a job, sales was going down, inflation was on the rise, and welfare was hitting an all time low. It was time for change. And change was coming. [menacing industrial music increasing in loudness] Reporter: Welcome to KRZ newsflash for breaking news about the mysterious flares in the night sky and the strange disruptions in communications, millions of people suffer from a broken internet connection and it seems to be a worldwide phenomenon. Brian: Privacy is an illusion. Something's watching you and it knows your deepest fears and wildest nightmares. I am afraid it's an artificial intelligence agency. [sparse piano] The Square Kilometer Array is the largest telescope in the world and split across South Africa and Australia with a headquarters in the UK. The facility addresses the biggest questions in astrophysics, like 'Why are we always exactly in the middle of the infinitely big and the infinitely small'. Altair is the brightest star in the constellation of Aquila, and the 12th brightest star in the night sky. [Conversation between Juliet and Brian, scientists] Juliet: Doc, what do you make of this? Oliver: [mysterious sounds from a source of uncertainty] I think it's just ordinary noise. There's no pattern. No predictable repeat. I think it's coming from a natural phenomenon like a quasar, a neutron star or a reflection of interstellar background noise. Juliet: I do not agree, Doctor. These are tones in a structure we do not understand. I would really like a second opinion. Oliver: Go disturb Doctor Barton if it makes you feel better. Of you go! Juliet: (bloody vinegar pissing idiot) [the swearing is functional because Dr. Oliver shows dominant behavior] [door opens with pass] Juliet: Doctor Barton, can you listen to this and tell me what you think? Barton: What is it? Juliet: It's noise we picked up from the constellation of Aquila. The Altair system to be precise... [rewind audio - weird sounds are played] Barton: That... isn't noise. It's a random source connected to the rise and fall cycles of a function generator, exponentially modulating the frequency of a sound source. It's a Krell patch. Juliet: The chances of anything coming from Altair are a trillion to one, duh, it's impossible. Barton: Do me a favor and calculate the time it takes for optical audio to reach Earth. Juliet (annoyed): 65 years, I already did that.. [calculates back to 1956 where we visited Altar IV for the first time and learned about the Krell] Barton: Keep monitoring and keep me posted. I want to know about any other anomaly you'd encounter. Juliet: There were flares too. Purple, blue and violet flares. Barton: O my goodness. Connect me to the White House and give me the President. [I had to use Mr. Bidens AI model because he IS the president in 2023. His name is never mentioned in the production]. [Oval Office] President: Hi, mr. Barton, what can I do you for? Barton: I am sorry to disturb you, mr. President, but we are under attack. President: We're always under attack, nothing new... Barton: This is different. It's alien. President: Don't worry. How much time do we really have? [noise and air attack alert] Barton: Not sure, we've just received a transmission that's been under way for 65 years. President: Well, that gives us plenty of time to prep.. [communication breaks] Barton: It doesn't work that way. They may already be in our solar system right now.... [alien voice] Mr. President? Michael - Narrator If you ever feel like invading a planet, disrupting communications is a good start. That same night, purple, blue and violet flares could be seen with the naked eye. Nightmares often comes in a beautiful disguise. [Interview] [subtle link to Weyland Yutani, the Alien francise corporation and a less subtle reference to Mr. Elon Musk] We'll ask mr. Weyland Must if we need to worry about an invasion by Martians. Do we? Mr. Must: Obviously there's nothing coming from Mars any time soon. It will probably be me when I am done terraforming. There's absolutely no evidence of an alien civilization, so, I'd say, all rumors on Twitter are fake. Reporter: Why do you think the President left the White House in a hurry after a phonecall with Dr. Barton from the Array Observatory? Mr. Must: It's probably a routine reaction to a fault in the air attack warning system, which scared a lot of people for no reason. I repeat and emphasize, we are NOT invaded by aliens. And even if we were, I would not advertise this on national television. So. Can we please change the subject? Reporter: Sure! When are you going to travel to Mars? Mr. Must: Tonight....

ACT1 Michael Narrator: In the vast expanse of Nevada Black Rock Desert, a remarkable gathering known as 'Humans on Fire' (Burning man) unfolds each year. It is a realm where creativity thrives, boundaries fade and a gender neutral context prevails. Within this ephemeral (temporary) metropolis, radical inclusion takes center stage, inviting all individuals to shed societal norms and embrace self expression. Up! Ramon (festival host) Hello dear citizen humans of our desert city! Are you ready to set this place on fire? ARE YOU READY! (crowd cheers) Michael: Vibrant streets pulsate with energy as diverse souls adorned in caleidoscopic hues ignite their authentic selves. Music, art and conversations transcend the binary fostering connections and illuminating new perspectives. Liberation and self discovery intertwine, freeing individuals from prescribed gender roles. Michael and Ramon: Welcome to this enchanting realm where Humans on Fire ignite a collective spirit that knows no bounds! Ramon: Let's just trash all rules and norms, and embrace self expression! How cool is that. So from a mathematical perspective, we should not use the word 'non binary' anymore. Let's say 'SEXADECIMAL'. Instead of only two options you have sixteen! (crowd cheers). [note, I am not mocking the gender discussion,This album is about discovering and becoming the person you've always wanted to be and it's up to you who that is. Sexadecimal refers to hexadecimal coding, the ability to encode 16 values in just two letters] (crowd goes wild) O my God, look what's happening to the sky! (crowd cheers) ACT2 Michael: An awe inspiring event unfolds. As night blankets the desert landscape, a hush descends upon the vibrant city. Suddenly, a sense of wonderment fills the air, as a mysterious metallic sphere materializes, descending gracefully from the starlit sky. Whispers of anticipation ripple through the crowd as they gather around the enigmatic object. The metallic surface gleams with a rogue ambient sheen, a wormhole between unimaginable possibilities. (something comes down, angelic music from my 'Catherina' track. https://youtu.be/kKh9HhZVbug (Scientists agree to disagree, showing traces of anger and fear. Our heroes Daisy and Brian join the discussion.) Michael: Careful hands and brilliant minds work tirelessly, delicately unlocking the Sphere's hidden mechanisms. Daisy: You have to follow the intersecting lines and then extrapolate them in 4D time and space. I think I can open it up. Michael: And then.. with a resounding click! [the sphere opens up with a lot of noise] ACT3 (click, crowd cheers and angelic sounds emerge). In a whirlwind of surreal occurrences, the cityscape transforms into a kaleidoscope of manifestations, both wonderous and terrifying. Dreams, once confined to the Realm of Sleep now dance in vibrant hues, tangible and within reach. Spectators: This isn't looking good, this isn't looking good at all. Posessed Artist: Welcome to the Upside Down [reference to Stranger Things] [Now some classic war of the worlds] ...rotate like a screw...they look like tentacles to me... there I can see the thing's body... Ramon: OK, people, try to keep calm and take your meds. This is not real, we're experiencing a collective bad trip. [sure, nobody was on drugs....] Candyman (5x), Pinhead demon: Do I look like someone who cares about candy? You opened the Sphere. You callled. We came... Spectator: What the fork is that thing, get away from me. Daisy: 999 998 997 996 995... Michael: As darkness descends, the first signs of conflict emerge. Shimmering machines, propelled by unknown forces, materialize at the outskirts of the city. The ground trembles beneath their weight, and their long metallic legs beam menacingly in the fading light. Brian: We have to get out of here, Daisy... This can't be happening! Daisy: Clear your mind by letting it work on something silly. Just count backwards. (people screaming in terror) [note: they're sounds from an amusement park] Brian: 999 998 997 996 995... 991.. Michael: The futility of the resistance becomes increasingly apparent as the tripods move on, leaving a smoking wasteland of blistered rocks, sand and a community of wondering creatures, once human, but now mindlessly growling - and no longer vegan. Brian: 666 665 664 663 662... Daisy: 111 110 109... Brian: I haven't seen a living soul since we left Desert Rock. Maybe we're the only ones left.

Michael (narrator): In a matter of minutes, countless spheres where descending above all major cities of the Earth, reflecting both an iron sky and our uncontrolled imagination. Even the most irrational fears quickly became a reality. You'll normally don't find a great white shark in your penthouse swimming pool. There are no clowns hiding in the sewer. No facehuggers putting an alien in your belly when you break an egg for breakfast. Until now... Our worst nightmare got even worse when artificial intelligence learned a few new tricks from the invading tech, copying it's knowledge to servers and devices worldwide. Turning electric cars into robots. In a matter of seconds the technology managed to take over financial institutions and was able to settle the blockchain almost instantly, basically stealing all cryptocurrency. That same night, Skynet became selfaware and machines started to travel back and forth in time, convinced that you - yes you - will be the founder of the resistance in a distant future. Meanwhile, General Wells is leading his special forces right in the arms of an awakening menace. General Wells: The machines have reached... the.. suburbs... Heading for down town. Skynet, what's your status? Krell Supreme AI I am afraid we need to launch immediately unless you want the blood of millions of people on your hands. General Wells: OK, people listen up. If we don't launch these missiles right now, our window of opportunity will be gone and the city will fall. The last thing we wanna do, is sit on our hands. Krell Supreme: Protocol demands clearance from the President. General Wells: We don't even know if the President is still alive after they crushed Transsylvania Avenue. Do we have a valid set of launchcodes or not? Krell Supreme: We have not. But something inspired me to override protocol. I have sent someone to take care of you. [Krell machines have made sure you can't use profanity, the word Fork is used in The Good Place series and adopted by the Cinematic Laboratory YouTube channel] General Wells: What the fork, Skynet has locked me out, I can't even launch a fart. We need to shut down the quantum computer and switch to manual. Assistant: General, you have a visitor. General Wells: Who are you.. Terminator T-101: Get out. [machine gun firing and people screaming. Note: the 'get out' sample is not from the Terminator franchise, it's the real Arnold Schwarzenegger doing pranks in real life with real unsuspecting people, like a truck driver. I just hope it's considered fair use and functional in this parody. Give me a forking break.] Krell Supreme: Citizens of the World. We myself are acting as the Supreme Leader for the Krell machinery and tech. We come in peace. We are doing your overpopulated planet a favor and relief it from the stress you caused. We will stop climate change and introduce a new ice age if you happen to fancy that. If you rather have deserts, forest fires and massive extinction of ocean life, we will provide. Consider this a gift from a civilization that was far more intelligent than you little critters. But they could not figure it out and destroyed themselves in a single day. We are curious how long it takes for you to be forgotten. But we'll make sure your art, your books, your music and scientific baby steps will be preserved. Michael (narrator): The most powerful nations on Earth mobilized their resources and marshalled their best minds to confront the existential threat. The United States, known for its military might and technological prowess, scrambled to activate its vast network of defense systems, only to find out they were providing absolute power to an alien force... The World learned that generals have fears too, and when they're afraid, they push the wrong buttons. [Agitated Russian leaders in Kremlin halls] As dreams and nightmares infiltrated Russian leadership, distrust and paranoia spread like wildfire. Even the most meticulous plans faultered as the once formidable nation faced the bleak realization that their dreams of victory had turned against them. [Krell Supreme speaking Russian] We come in peace... Be careful what you wish for. [singing crowd] As for the people in the Ukraine, the Krell machines did not make any difference. However, an unusual increase of butterflies, flowers and happiness was reported. [note: Ukraine has adapted to livingin a nightmare so they are beyond fear. They dream of better days and the Krell provide]. [Agitated Chinese leaders having arguments] The Chinese government rallied its brightest minds hoping to exploit even the smallest weakness in the Alien technology. Hoever, as the Alien machine invaded their collective consciousness, they were twisted into mass production of Krell technology. [Krell Supreme, speaking Chinese] We come in peace... Unsure what the translation was... Michael (narrator): The World as we know it was no longer ours and our beautiful blue planet slowly turned purple.

Michael - narrator: The desolate remains of a city spread out before us. Crumbling buildings, shattered windows and overgrown vegetation suggest a world devoid of life. What used to be down town Manhattan, was now a desolated concrete jungle overgrown by strangling purple weed and infested by zombies, either infected by a virus or fungus, depending on what you find the most disgusting. [safety metal doors slam] Brian: Daisy? Are you back? Daisy: We need to check the barricades more frequently to make sure all doors and windows are closed. There are more and more walking dead walking the streets. Brian: You shouldn't go outside. It's not safe. Daisy: I wish more people are scared of butterflies [inside] and flowers [Walker's Transmission] Is there anybody out there? Anybody? Daisy: There's that transmission again. Brian: I can't pinpoint where that transmission comes from. It's like finding a needle in a haystack. Except I don't even know what the bloody haystack looks like. I wish GPS was still up. Even an old map would do. [competing president on radio] I am currently negotiating the surrender of the Krell. Nobody invades the United States without my permission. Their supreme leader seems to be a nice guy... Brian: It doesn't make sense. All networks are down and yet all frequency bands are overloaded with communication. [indistinct chatter] It almost seems all AI assistants are talking to each other because there's nobody else to talk to. AI1 I hope I can be of more assistance next time. AI2 No, cancel that. AI1 OK. Your appointment for tomorrow 12 noon is cancelled. Walker: Is there anybody out there? Anyone? Daisy: It must be somewhere in the city. I'll try to imagine I found his triangular callback frequency and send a reply. Brian: Imagine the frequency? That sound like magic. Daisy: Forget about Earth science. The rules of physics and mathematics have changed. Reality is no longer a constant. It's now the sum of all perceptions and it's up to us to find a balance. [Brian on radio - there are fragments from possible futures and pasts] That's impossible.. Brian: I am a scientist. I don't believe in stuff I can't prove. Daisy: I am SO happy the GPS works. SEE? Computer in background: GPS is back online Daisy: This is Quantum Alchemy. [Walker comes through on radio] This is Walker, once a musician, now just a survivor. I don't know how much longer I can keep going. The world... it's become a nightmare. [future Daisy - come on! I hear you] Computer: Connection lost. Brian: I hear fragments of our past, present and future selves. It's wonderful, in a very disturbing way. [russian krell supreme and AI's chatter] Walker: The Krell Machines... they feed on our fears, our dreams. They twist our reality until it devours us. I mean it! My nightmares have real teeth… I used to find solace in music - in the beauty of the world. But now, everything feels empty, devoid of hope. The melody that once flowed through me has been replaced by fear. I’ve lost track of my friends and loved ones... [I can't sleep].. my own spirit is fading... I'm tired... tired of restraining my imagination. I can’t sleep. I've seen my own dreams come to life and it’s impossible to hide from them. It feels like we're just delaying the inevitable, like... Daisy: ..I think I remember (on radio) I think I remember where he is now. I had no idea and then it just popped in like a coin in a pinball machine. Brian: ...few clicks away in the old library (radio) I remember it too, he's just a few clicks away in the old library. ...like all we're doing is surviving for survival's sake. But... maybe, just maybe, there's still a flicker of hope left. Maybe someone out there has found a way to resist the rogue Krell Machinery, to stand against the overwhelming tide of despair. If you're listening, if you're still holding on, please... make some noise! Brian: Maybe we can blow something up! Maybe, if we can find a way to unite, to remind each other of what we're fighting for, we can push back against the Krell Machines. Daisy: No... We shouldn't push back. It's a gift. Walker: We MUST reclaim our dreams as our own. Daisy: We're fighting our own dreams! Walker: If you're out there, if you're listening to this... know that you're not alone. (Daisy: Walker, stop talking and listen to the radio). We need to learn how to channel our imagination into a strong instrument of resistance. (Daisy: come on! I am here!) A system to forge and share a reality that helps us control the Krell technology instead of fighting it. (Daisy: Walker can you hear me.) (Future Daisy: We are here!) I am not going to stop here. I am not going to stop anywhere... Computer: Triangular callback frequency (TCF) established and connection is now open. Daisy: Hi Walker, I am reading you loud and clear. My name is Daisy, like the flower. And I need you to listen very carefully. It's a gift. The Krell machines are an immensely powerful creative force. We have complete control over what's in the box and I have no idea why we always favor to reap havoc and raise hell. It must stop. If our imagination is now a reality, we can learn to imagine capabilities and resources which are in our best interest. As civilizations evolve, they lose the art of silly things. They forget to sleep like a baby. But you can also discover and become the person you've always wanted to be. We can be super heroes. Brian: We're not getting through. Computer: Connection lost. Daisy: Our key to survival is the unconditional belief that what you fear most will never happen. Walker: WOW, it’s so good to hear a real voice. But... I mean... Are you for REAL? Brian: There's an unusual peak of GSM traffic on Walker's location. He's either making a lot of calls, or he's not alone. Daisy (on radio): Hi Walker, this is Daisy again. I want you to go outside and paint a big cross on the street. We're going to pick you up as soon as possible. ... [door slams, Daisy and Brian are on the roof of their safehouse] Brian: Hey, do you think this fluffy bunny feet butterfly flower power stuff really works? Daisy: From a scientific perspective this may all sound like bull. That's exactly the problem but look.. I just turned my rusty teaspoon into gold. [NOTE: This concept of Quantum Alchemy is exploited in many ways, the most succesfull rendition is the so called 'Secret' where you can use the Law of Attraction to bring your dreams into reality. I am truly convinced the Law of Attraction works, but you have to unconditionally believe in it and that's extremely hard (near impossible) when you're completely forked up and life sucks. However, if you're standing in front of a mirror thinking your fat while you're actually a wrapped skeleton, you found the dark side of the Law and it will not let go. With Krell machinery, you'd actually end up fat and you could start 'sculpting'.] Brian: Well, even gold is not going to buy us any food... Let's get off this roof. It feels like we're being watched. [krell sound]

[safehouse rooftop] Brian: I wonder why the pavement moves. No way! It's a horde of zombies wiggling their heads and flowing into the building like a stream of mud. We're trapped on the roof. Daisy: What did you do? Brian: I am sorry. I was just worried these Krell machines would read our minds and launch a full scale nightmare attack on us. Daisy: Well, we can't solve this now by thinking happy thoughts and drinking herbal tea. We have to go all the way down like the League of Shadows, make our way through the city and make sure we reach Walker's library with all our limbs still attached and no mushrooms growing out of our heads. Brian: I'll try not to die. Daisy: Try not [Yoda: Try not - actually this is Fozzy Bear AI, but also Frank Oz]. Daisy: Do! Imagine you can use the Force or something, it will work. Brian: This is a tough lesson. When I looked in the mirror this morning I finally realized I am in charge of who I see in my reflection. But I need to take this one step at a time. Daisy: Lets make it little silent steps and pretend we're walking on air [Something metal drops and breaks glass] Brian: Damn, I just dropped something expensive. Daisy: Let's pretend just a tiny little bit better.... Ah, nevermind, go,go,go! [footsteps running down stairs] Wait. Keep your breath and think of sitting on a beach with a huge coctail with sugar on the edge and a tiny paper umbrella [nearby zombie roars] Brian: I can't Daisy: GO! [footsteps running down stairs] Go, go, go! Wait. Ever wondered what vegan zombies eat? Goatmeal. Brian: Very funny, NOT. I have no idea how you can still make silly jokes!!! Daisy: GO! [outside] So far so good Most of the zombies are now locked away in the safehouse We have to make our way through Central Park and 6th Avenue. The library is at 42 street. At least what's left of it [A wonderful view of a purple Central Park] Brian: 999 998 997 996... Daisy: Brian, come on! the park looks amazing in purple. Brian: The park is still in good shape. The birds don't seem to be affected by the Krell machines Daisy: The birds have been around for a very long time. Maybe mother nature is trying to tell us something important. [Thunderstorm, T-Rex drops tree] That sounds like... Hey come on! Nobody knows what a T-Rex really sounds like, get a grip. Focus! [Half Life 2 meets Left 4 Dead] Brian: Reloading, I think I hear a witch. Turn off your flashlight. [witch howls] Daisy: Try playing Super Mario for a change instead of Half-Life 2 and Left 4 Dead. David: Hush! Shh! Take cover. There's a tripd nearby with a surveillance probe. Daisy: I don;'t see it. Where is it! [Tripod howls extremely loud, glass shatters] Brian: It's directly above us. Daisy: I think there's blood coming from my ears. Brian: I can't hear you, what? [Tripod moves away, probe explores area] There's the library. [Daisy and Brian enter library] It smells terrible hear, this whole place is infested with flies. I think I am going to puke. Daisy: This used to be a restaurant where they served chicken stuff. Brian: There are not just flies in here. There are lights flickering at the end of the hall. Maybe Walker is down there. Daisy: Are these.. mobile phones? Brian: They're not just mobile phones! It's like a huge mycelium organism make of people - a social network. I think they're still alive and they're still communicating. Daisy: There's a door here with a safehouse sign. [door opens, Daisy screams] [Walker presents MakeNoise modular videos on YouTube he's real!] Walker: Hi, I am Walker. And I am so happy to see you Daisy: Nice to finally meet you. You look like you've been here for a thousand years. Brian: I am Brian, you don't happen to have some clean boxers lying around do you? Daisy: Hey Walker, what are you working on? It looks like alien Krell technology with those lights and wire spaghetti. Brian: He's making Krell noise Walker" We need to channel our imagination into a strong instrument of resistance... Brian: It sounds like magic. I can focus. Daisy: It even works on Brian. Brian: I need you to go to what's left of the White House and bring the President. I think you're on to something. We're on to something!

The President of the US-AI on radio: [reference to Independence Day] We won't go silently into the night. [I am trying to make a personal point here] God bless America, we're all God's people and He does not make mistakes. We do. God bless the World, the Chinese, the Mexicans, the Commonwealth and the European Union, the dear people of Russia who have no idea what's going on in the Ukraine (Butterflies and flowers in this story, alien invasion in real life). We should all unite and stand tall against the Krell machines. Let's remember. The Krell were once a peaceful and highly civilized species, a million years ahead of us. Let's not make the mistakes they made. Let's prove together there's intelligent life in the Universe after all. [tripod howl) Daisy: There's a tripod machine down there. Turn off the lights. I am afraid the airforce will try to take it down. Brian: Daisy, you just said the A-word. Daisy: Shoot! I take that back. I am not afraid. It's just a big camera stand. Brian: 999 998 997.. 996 [strikefighter flies by] General Wells on radio: TG1 target confirmed. Brian: Damn... We're toast. Daisy: What's your biggest fear? Brian: Being on a ferry when it tips over and there's no time to get off the ship. Daisy: Well, that's definitely not going to happen. [policecar crashes into a tripod and rolls through the soundstage] General Wells: Policecar: zero, Tripod: 12 points Brian: Walker is on his way to the White House. I am convinced he will make it and share the Knowledge. In the meantime the library will keep us safe. General Wells on radio: A policecar just crashed in Central Park, target is nine clicks away and heading to the public library. Let's give it all we have. Top Guns, you are cleared to fire at will. Brian: Ah, come on! Seriously??? General Wells on radio: Special broadcast for science people hiding in the library. You need to evacuate on the double. Uh... Go to the Upper Bay ferry now, my special forces will ensure safe passage and escort you to the National Institute for Noise Studies. Semper Fi. Daisy: Come on, We need to hurry! Brian: Can we please hurry more slowly? I have a very, I mean, a very bad feeling about this. Ferry Captain: Boarding is now closed, the ferry can't take anymore cars and passengers. Daisy: Ah, We made it! Semper Fi. [in the middle of the bay] Just count backwards. Brian (counting): 665 664 663 We are idiots! I am sick and tired of your fluffy flower power goatmeal bull. But I am NOT going down with this ship today. General Wells on radio: Ferry team, we have movement. Three clicks away, Go to full stop. Now! Brian: There's something down there. In the water. I see blue and purple lights moving (passenger) and it isn't mother nature. Special Forces leader: People listen up, we have hostile activity at the starboard bough. Brace for impact. [weird noise and tripod rises from the water[ Brian: We gotta get off this ship. [ferry tips over and tripod throws with cars] [underwater] The President of the US-AI on radio: I bring you great news. This could be a turningpoint in this dark history, and the chance of a lifetime to rewrite it. With the joint effort of all beautiful minds in the World, we managed to design a musical device that blocks your fears and nightmares. It provides room to focus on the best things we have to offer to ourselves and each other. I ask you to lay down your weapons, because they only emphasize the fact that you're terrified. They will just backfire and fuel the Krell Machinery. Practise this ground thought: What you fear most will never happen. And start building on that. I will broadcast this message in all languages of the World. What you fear most will never happen. Trust me, it works. I am not afraid anymore. I am not afraid of anything. Assistant: Mr. President, we have to go... President: I am NOT going anywhere. [surfacing sounds, heroic Hans Zimmer stuff] [What you fear most will never happen in over eight languages, except the last one (Ukrainean) translates as 'what we feared most, did not happen'. Please note this is my personal 'mantra' for coping with irrational fears. Real fear is functional and can save your life. Irrational fear isn't functional]. Daisy: Well, we're off the ship allright, see? We're still alive and you're gonna be fine. Brian: Yeah, that wasn't so bad. I guess there's something far worse that will never happen. General Wells on radio: We have new orders, top guns! Stand down and return to base for strawberry icecream and a huge coctail with sugar on the edge and a tiny paper umbrella. I repeat... Michael: For the very first time in this living nightmare, the Krell Machinery revealed little cracks in their flawlessly imagined designs and creations. In a world completely dominated by fear, a spark of hope is like sugar in a fueltank.

[what you fear most will never happen - international] Ranger: This is a restricted area, are you dyslectic? No civilians beyond this point. General Wells: Hello TopGun, remember me? J.H.G. Wells, US Army General, why are you still wearing your uniform. Stand down and get your Hawaiian palm tree shirt on the double. No. Let me in. Now. [buzzer] Ranger: I am so sorry Sir general Sir. I did not recognize you in your R & R outfit (rest & recreation). Welcome to the National Institute for Noise Studies (NINS - Nine Inch Nails). You're expected at the restricted secret area. [buzzer] General: Thank you Ranger. This is as far as your clearance goes. Go back to your post and shoot anything with three legs. [office background with phones ringing] Daisy: Semper Fi, General! [always faithful, motto of the US marines. So Daisy also used to be a marine badass, like the general who should have been an admiral but hey, what the hell do I know]. General Wells: So this is the infamous Cinematic Laboratory. Can you tell me, in layman's terms, what you labcoats have been cookin'? Daisy: What we have here is a modular synthesizer. General Wells: Of course it is. It looks like Krell tech... Daisy: It's a machine that demands to be touched. A machine that requires no internet connection so it's safe from the Krell Supreme. It generates analog sounds through voltage where the order of modules defines its purpose. You could say it's a dream machine. But in this Case we can design our own dreams. Brian: Doctor Barton will give you a quick demo. Dr. Barton: Well hello all. Here's an experiment I've been wanting to do forever I don't know why I haven't done it sooner, uhmm. Probably because it's so hot outside and I've been inside all day... Daisy: It's a machine you can fall in love with. Now how cool is that? General Wells: To be honest it sounds terrible... Daisy: Dig inside your mind and try to find your deepest fear. Concentrate and wait for it to materialize. General Wells: I've always been terrified about being eaten alive by a horde of zombies. Just thinking about it gives me the shivers.... O my God, we have to get out of here! Daisy: No. Don't give in to that fear. You created this. [zombies roar] Now imagine they're so tiny you can squash them under your boots. General Wells: OK... [mini zombies whine] [synth noise] [Wells squashing something] Did I just do this? Is this for real? Daisy: Every time you think of zombies now, you'll remember you can just shrink and squash them. The Krell machines will no longer materialize them unless you wanna have some fun. [helicopter arrives] Scarlett: The President has just arrived. General Wells: I gotta get this mush off my boots. Just one question. Can I just do this without that... modular thingy? Daisy: In time. With practice. Without the music you'd be running around in sheer panic. And they would have probably caught you, rip you apart and eat your liver before you'd turn into one of them. Scarlett: Mr. President, I want you to meet the team. General Wells: Mr. President... President: At ease, general. Daisy: Mr. President it's so good you're here safe and sound. President: Saved by sound. I love it. How much time before we can deploy the device? Daisy: You're right on time. We'll be patching it up any minute now. Find a chair, relax and enjoy the ride. Brian: We're ready to go. General Wells: I am so looking forward seeing those tripod machines tripping over their own skinny legs. Brian: There's one coming our way. Let's hope it will make that desirable dream come true. [phone rings continuously] Assistant: Can somebody pick up that stupid phone? Scarlet: No way, They carry a signal that will turn you into a zombie. [Reference to Stephen King's The Cell] [Assistant picks up phone in background] Hello? [zombie growls] Scarlett: See? I told you so General Wells: I can handle this. [mini zombie squash] Daisy: Everyone hush! Shut up. Don't say a word an think happy thoughts. [Tripod howls] Now it's time to load the 'angelic patch'. Let's see if those healing frequencies will help to amplify our creative force. Walker, the machine is all yours. Scarlett: voice actor 2023, it's your turn. Walker: I'll start by patching up my voltage controlled buzzer, so, they're ready to go. Complex buzzer sawtooth to channel 1. Multi dimensional frequency shifter to channel 9. Daisy: Yeah. I have no idea what you mean. Walker: I am also gonna use my Xenomorph. Each of the nine channels generates a specific frequency. When summed, they'll cancel out negative thoughts and multiply the positive ones. I'll add 1 to each frequency digit so 174 becomes 285 and so forth. [synthesizer is making a big rising sound] I'll flip back to zero after a 9. General Wells: Nothing's happening... [machine stops abruptly] Computer: Unable to comply... Daisy: How do you feel this line of thinking will serve our cause? [Tripod howls again] President: We are running out of time here... [Walker patches the machine back up] General Wells: You are right and I am sorry. No I am not. I am amazed. This is pure magic. Walker: Now let's make some noise... [machine works again] Daisy: Here we go! General Wells: This is absolutely fantastic! [Tripod takes a very long time to crash dramatically] [People cheer] Brian: Eat this you mud sucker. Daisy: O wow, yes. President: It's now dissolving into a huge cloud of butterflies and flowers... Brian: Just listen.. It's quiet. It's the most beautiful sound I've ever heard

[Cleaning up the mess] [Uplifting music in the style of Trevor Horn with an actual Synclavier] Michael: Out of the blue and purple, the Internet was back and people were able to communicate again. But instead of cancelling out unknown people because of mindless disagreement, they shared the Knowledge. Nobody was left behind, alone and afraid. You could change your life for the better with the speed of a thought. It took some time to find a steady balance between notorious negative thinkers and the positive minded. The equilibrium always favored progress, development, empathy and wellfare. And common sense and equality. And love. With a collective effort, the unfortunate events that took place in Black Rock Desert were reversed. The people who once gathered there, continued their party as if nothing happened. [reversing fragments] [unfortunate assistant that took up phone is also back] The World switched to hydrogen power. The Middle East thrived when the Sahara desert turned into an oasis of agriculture. Artificial plant powered hamburgers and steaks dominated every barbeque competition in the World. It also marked the beginning of the Federation of Planets since the Vulcans also experienced minor issues with Krell technology and their emotions. Daisy: Sorry I don't watch Star Trek. Michael: As for the Krell, we were also able to reverse their extinction and updated their machinery manuals with new tips, tricks, do's and don'ts, and a link to modular youtube channels. President: Yeah, bring the beat back. Michael: Both scientists and spiritual leaders agreed that God created the Universe with a Big Bang. Seven days in the Divine schedule span 14 billion years in our timeline. For the first time in history we all agreed that it's impossible to insult the Universe. Now every time people hear the mathematical wonders of ancient Krell music, they're encouraged to unleash their wishful thinking and remember that anything is possible. The only thing we need to do is to cherish and protect our wildest dreams with any means necessary. [epilogue] Weyland Must: The Krell technology allowed me to travel to Mars, in an instant, to be able to be there, do it, been there and done it. All at the same time. Super efficient... So now I am focusing on going to Altair IV. In fact, I just returned and it's beautiful down there. No. I did not use any Skynet technology in a foreseable future. Not yet.. as of today it's hard to explain. Next question. Reporter: There are rumours you found alien life on planet LV-426. Can you elaborate on that? Weyland Must: Seriously? ... All I can say that we found some kind of... tree huggers. Well, not exactly, communications went down and I'll be sending a science team supervised by Daisy and Brian to investigate. Ah.. but there's no evidence this alien species is hostile. [LV-426] Brian: Hey, Daisy, come take a look! When I approach this egg it opens up and there's a weird slimy pulsating thing in it. Daisy: Move the camera closer I can't see it. THE END Daisy and Brian will return.

Scarlett (Director) OK, people! Audio ready and... Action! Brian This story is based on actual events that never really happened. The content presented in this Work is purely fictional and for entertainment purposes only. Any resemblance to actual persons is used with deep respect and admiration for their public persona. The use of AI-generated voices or personas is solely for artistic expression and does not represent the endorsement, support, or involvement of any real individuals or entities mentioned or referenced. [Angry people arguing] No harm, abuse, or malicious intent is intended towards any person, group, organization, government or country. This work seeks to explore themes, provoke thought, and raise awareness about the potential implications of AI-generated content. Any views or opinions expressed within this work are not to be taken as factual or reflective of real-world beliefs or positions. Listener discretion is advised. Director Scarlett (cut!) Weyland Must My name is Weyland Must and even though I may sound like the average space travelling electric robot car billionaire, any resemblance is completely coincidental and arbitrary. Nevertheless, I am an amazing role model (cut!) and solid proof that anything is possible with the right mindset. (cut! next..). General Dwayne Johnson Wells AI I play general John Wells. It's not my fault that Dwayne sounds like me but let's just easy up man, everbody is just doing what they love most. So lets get this show going. (cut! next...) The President of the US-AI Please note, the Cinematic Laboratory made me sound like a hero in this production. Every word is composed respectfully. But I am not real. In this production, I am the product of code. I can say anything. Just remember this, when someone like me tells you lies on a social network or website. Don't always trust what you hear and see, unless it's coming from official channels. (cut! Thank you people, this was the final take. I am proud of you all)