Chapter 20: Sweet Illusion
So now the vision of Globalsoft was restored to all its glory. Killer Queen's plan was back on track. Her goal- total control of Planet Mall. Her mission- to destroy all other voices. And it looked like that was finally coming to fruition.
The Ga Ga Kids continued in their comfort zone, quite oblivious to the commotion of the past week. They knew that there was only one true religion and that its name was consumerism.
Yet once upon a time there had been more. Once there had been a dream of something better, a glimpse of hope and unity. Small pockets of individuals had dared to dream of sweet unison. Had it all just been an illusion?
Surely not, for even the Ga Ga Kids had begun to feel the effects. They were so small that few had noticed them, but now they were gone the absence was felt. A cold wind blew across Planet Mall and a dark wind fell. Hope was lost.
In their desperation the Ga Ga Kids called out to Killer Queen for help. She was their God and so they called to her in their troubles. There was only one true direction, to move closer to her.
As the momentum grew the Ga Ga Kids called out for others to join them. They urged for their hands and their hearts. They longed to become one world and one nation once more.
So, that night, the millions who sat down to scheduled programming felt a strange mood come over them. It was a desperate need to cease hate and fight and just celebrate life.
As the dancing went on good moods began to return until, eventually, normality was restored. Millions wondered why they had been panicking, after all they hadn't seen anything out of the ordinary expect the mass mood. They were of one flesh, one clone and one religion. They spoke as one voice, with one hope and following one decision. They just wanted the night to party, with the hope that morning would come. That was the one plan, the one scam of Killer Queen.
And so the star shone as they sat down to their Chicken Dinner. And as the buckets rolled out to the seated couch potatoes, cries were heard of Fried Chicken. Peace reigned.
Until, that was, the police arrived.
"Rebel alert! Rebel alert!" rang out through the streets.
It echoed through the plaster board walls and tin flats. It reverberated down the lift shafts and air conditioning ducts. It shook the very ground. And then were the Ga Ga Kids afraid.