We Will Rock You: The Novel
Based on We Will Roc k You The Musical by Ben Elton
Adapted for reading by Abigail Ann
Preface: We'll Keep On Trying
It was nearly 250 years since GlobalSoft had banned all musical instruments. What had once been a thriving Rock industry, conquering the entire world, had spiralled down into a world of cyber-pop where creativity was illegal.
Struggling against the tide was a small group of rebels. These rebels searched for the Rhapsody. Their numbers had risen and fallen as the company hunted them down. This is the story of the last of these rebels.
Killer Queen hated nature. Throughout her youth it had done nothing but betray her. The world outside her four walls was harsh and ruthless, it brought about sunburn and frozen limbs, alternating in the form that it's power took.
Little did she know that her forefathers were the reason for such a world. Their polluting technology had led to Global Warming. The sun hung there, scorching the world and turning it into a sandless desert. The waves crashed against the land, tearing down the coastline and throwing long-derelict houses into the sea. The wind blew a chill which tore the skin. Stars, which had enthralled the imagination of many civilisations, were invisible against the lights of the complex, the complex which dug away at the very mountains.
One motto haunted Pop. Despite all the difficulties of his past, he would always read the fine line. He had done it before, when he had dared to go against the authorities and find out the truth. For that they had barred him from the world and exiled him to the library. Yet that had not stopped him. Even with his memory wiped, his curiosity was not put out.
Apart from all other humans, his hair had grown long and lanky. His clothes had long ago lost their fashion, now remnants of a time almost before time. The holes in his trousers were no longer there by design. In such a world (and with his mind scrambled) his memory was no longer what it once was.
Still, he had enough left in him to see the truth. The cloud was slowly lifting, but he could only hope that somehow the sun would be seen again.