Wow. I don't know where this idea came from but it hit me like a ton of bricks. I've been listening to Rush since I was in grade school and have always loved the story (or is it ballad) of 2112. I was listening to it today while browsing for updates on some KND stories I'm reading and *WHAM!* it hit me. The story of 2112 and the overall plot of KND are similar so why not use 2112 as a metaphor/ plot device for a KND story? I had a ton of fun writing this but I'm gonna need some encouragement to do the whole thing. It's a 20 minute song after all! So R&R and tell me if I should keep going!
Father looked down on the billion flickering lights of Red Star City.
"Beautiful. Strong and beautiful." he said as the rainbow of colors from his precious city cascaded over his tower, looming high above the other buildings like a giant gavel of a tyrannical judge.
He walked away from his windows and came upon his wall. He looked at the giant painting of his ancestor, the original Father responsible for the reality he saw just moments ago, and cracked a wicked grin. Like a fissure in the ground, his smile was wide and jagged, a smile that only the evil and truly guilty can claim as their own.
This Father had been apart of a long and very oppressive bloodline. For generations his father, and his father before him and so on, had ruled the Earth in the name of adults. Not content with just the Earth, his father had cast the shadow of his totalitarian hand over the colonies of the solar system. So the Solar Federation was born. This Father had inherited not one planet, but several, to rule completely for adults.
We've taken care of everything
The words you hear, the songs you sing
The pictures that give pleasure to your eyes
It's one for all and all for one
We work together, common sons
Never need to wonder how or why
In this grim corner of the universe, there was no playing, no toys, no laughing, no love, no innocence. All the wondrous gifts that life could give were stripped and taken away to be held in the deepest, darkest parts of Father's temples. These temples were the embodiment of all the pain and suffering the people of the Solar Federation had to endure in the name of progress. At the thrones of these temples sat what were called "priests." They told the masses what to say. They told them how to think. But far more baneful than either those two: the priests told the people how to feel.
We are the Priests of the Temples of Syrinx
Our great computers fill the hallowed halls
We are the Priests, of the Temples of Syrinx
All the gifts of life are held within our walls
The true horror of this twisted and withered existence came not from the hateful hands of the mighty, but from within the people themselves. Like herds of sheep, they accepted whatever the temples offered. The morals, or lack thereof, that came from the temples were not a case of right or wrong, but they simply were.
Look around at this world we've made
Equality our stock in trade
Come and join the Brotherhood of Man
Oh, what a nice, contented world
Let the banners be unfurled
Hold the Red Star proudly high in hand
This Father, like the ones before him, ruled from Red Star City. Red Star City was the birth place of all this. It became the capitol of the Solar System once the original Father had brought his enemies to their knees and ushered in a new way of life. The tower from which the Fathers ruled from was built upon the mansion in which the original Father lived. It was a constant reminder to the people of who was running things.
This world sang a melancholy anthem of unity and of the death of individuality.
But all that would change. Fate hates the routine. That is why it constantly throws wrenches into the cogs of actuality. This wrench came in the form of a girl. A girl...named Sally Sanban. The year was 2112.
Yes it's Sally Sanban from operation future! You'll just have to wait until the next update to see how she messes things up for Father! Take 'er easy!
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