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.