Authors note: this is not exacty a Queen fanfic. It is a We Will Rock You fic, which, if you haven't heard of it, is their musical. All details possible have been taken from the show, all others are lifted from Tanith Lee's 'Drinking Saphire Wine', purely because it's a good book and I felt like it. No disrespect intended.
Disclaimer: the Ga Ga girls do not belong to me. In the show, they have no names, but to help you, in this picture(http://www.bellesdomain.co.uk/wwry/02_03.jpg) the names I have given them are as follows - Delilah, Kylie, Kelly, Poppy. Stacey is out of shot and in orange. The girl in the middle is, obviously, Scaramouche, who does not have a name when this is set that we know of, and since I also don't own her I haven't insulted Ben Elton or Queen by giving her one. And before you start whining, the Ga Gas are different. They're tertiary characters and therefore up for grabs. Anyway, nothing mentioned in here that I can think of right now belongs to me. It's all courtesy(not that they know it) of Queen, Ben Elton, Tanith Lee and, of course, Globalsoft(c).
Summary(this is taking forever....): You live in a perfect, Ga Ga world. All your needs are catered for. But what if you don't like it, and don't know how to change?
'Cos girl you know, yeah yeah yeah, you're the only one, uh huh.....' A thin, mostly tuneful voice wailed alongside the computer generated multitrack voices and programmed background music trickling tinnily out of the radio unit attached to a blue lycra mini-jacket hanging on the back of a bedroom door. Bright pink fingernails recieved meticulous inspection. A small remnant of popcorn was retrieved and flicked across the room, where it disappeared in a small green flash as it was laser-disintegrated out of existance. A small, amused grin flashed across the Ga Ga girl's face.
'Delilah, are you alright in there?'
'Hmm? Oh, yeah mum, I'm fine...' The door swung open, and a hard-life hologram with a bright smile looked round it. She was so realistic, Delilah@Forbes0772.Globalsoft.com sometimes forgot that her real mother had died three years before in a freak personality dissolution shutdown. The body had been quickly and efficiently disposed of, and the network had sent their commiserations and a reduced price computer generated replacement. But every now and then, if the apartment computer was trying to process more information than usual, some of her movements froze, or she flickered slightly from one position to another. Once, when Delilah's father had been programming three year's worth of Ga Ga hits at once while running his VR motorcycling game, and her brother Will had been downloading the last week's music and fashions, their cybermother had left her right forearm in the living room when she went into the kitchen. She was still within her warranty then, so they had automatically got a replacement motherboard and free software, and a wakihol(c) unit so that she could go outside the apartment, if she was programmed to want to. All they had to do in return was sign a disclaimer to the effect that no malfunction had occcured.
'Oh, you're just -' she froze for a nanosecond while accessing the deepest reaches of her memory, drawing a blank, accessing the main computer and then finally searching online for a definition for what Delilah was doing, '-singing.'
'I'm sorry, I didn't know anyone else was home, I won't do it again.'
'Just make sure you don't do it in public, won't you, dear? Everyone has their little quirks,' she froze again for slightly longer, searching for affirmation for this statement. Eventually she found a match in a generally inaccessible folder, deep in the Globalsoft(c) history files. Someone had said it a few decades back as a fact, and it hadn't been publicly denied, so theoretically it must still be an acceptible thing to say. 'But people don't like it. You know what your friends would say.'
'Yes, mum. I didn't really know I was doing it.'
'What is it, anyway? Is it that Y'Crono 'You're the only one for me?'
'No, it's Cerise's 'You're the only girl for me'. Y'Crono's 'You're the only one for me' was last week's number one.'
'Oh.' The computer-generated face flushed red for a second. She hadn't accessed the Ga Ga databases to identify the song, hoping to show her adopted daughter that she was 'in', but had miscalculated the probability of failure to guess the correct song. 'Oh dear.'
'I was singing the chorus,' Delilah said, generously, 'It's the same in both.'
'Oh.' Her CG mother replied, face returning to 'bright smile' mode. 'Why aren't you watching it on your tele-wall?'
'I've... I'm... well, I know I shouldn't be, but I'm... well, I'm a bit bored of the visual.' Seeing her mother about to send off a report to the manufacturers, she added quickly 'I'll appreciate it better if I haven't seen it for a while, and my eyes are a bit sore. I don't think they're used to this week's liner yet.'
'Well perhaps - Hm.' her timing circuits had hiccupped slightly, starting her talking before she had completely computed whether or not there was a suitable suggestion to make for this situation. 'Maybe you should play it through the main speakers?'
'Oh, I didn't think of that.' Delilah replied. 'I was listening to it on my way home from school-'
'Cyberschool, dear, cyberschool.'
'-Cyberschool, and I just didn't think to turn it on in here.'
'That's alright dear, it doesn't matter. Pizza will be ready in three minutes, if you want it, or I can get some burgers, or some fried chicken -'
'That's alright mum, I don't mind. Pizza's fine.'
'Would you like anything else with that?'
'Just a coke and fries. I don't really mind, honest.'
'Alright then, dear.'
As she left the room to order the food, the hologram added to her list of Delilah's daily behaviors.*Negative, singing. Possible beginnings of creativity. School, not cyberschool. Innacurate terminology. Positive, doesn't mind what she eats. Ambiguous, didn't think to re-route music through room speakers. Subdirectry. Negative - did not use provided technology. Positive - did not think. GaGa status - calculating - 98%. More work needed. Possible rebellious behavior developing - monitor.*
She sent off the report along with the food order, and a few seconds later it materialised in the matter-transporter unit. She laid the table, set out the food in it's paper and plastic wrappings, and e-mailed the other members of the house.
There was a small bleep in Delilah's room, and a discrete message flashed in the top right-hand corner of her telewall. It was accompanied by a CG voice, informing her that:
'You have one new message. Click here to see all new messages.'
Delilah pointed her wrist-unit at the flashing text and clicked. A window containing her mother's face dropped down into a quarter of the wall, and showed the message.
'Dinner's ready, everybody. Come and eat!'
Delilah closed the window and dropped her legs over the edge of the bed, and stood up. As she left the room she flicked her radio off, catching the tail-end of a news bulletin as she did so.
'Despite the unseasonal drought the whole of Mall is currently experiencing, experts ensure us that Coke production and it's subsidiaries will not be affe-'
'Oh good.' she muttered, swinging the door shut.
'Good day at school, Deli?' her father said through a mouthful of chicken as she sat down to eat.
'Mm, yeah, Kelly and Stacey got preview copies of next month's jackets because they're in the VIP Ga Ga club, dad, can I join?'
'Don't see why not. Mum, can we afford it?'
The hologram was standing quietly in the corner of the room, of course not needing nutrient sustenance, in standby mode. Her slightly too smooth face lifted, as she replied
'Family funds indicate sufficient disposable income.'
'Great, join Deli up.'
'Processing request.'
'What about you, then, Will?'
'We watched the Hoverball game in Sports, it was a draw.'
'They're all as good as each other.'
'Yeah, but the programmers aren't. SportsMode almost always beat BallCom, but they've pulled in some real fast fingers this time. Both teams are through to the next match.'
'Great.'
'Dad, do people ever make their own clothes?' Delilah suddenly said.
'What do you mean, Deli?'
'You know, not download them.'
'Why do you ask?' The cybermother programme started recording the conversation, composing a report to the behavioral psychologists at Globalsoft.
'There's this really weird girl in my class who never wears normal clothes, and she says she makes her own fashion statements. But it's not fashion, so how can it be a fashion statement? Well anyway, she can't download her clothes, no site would host them, so I was wondering where she got them.'
'Does she like music?'
'Well, I've heard she isn't a Ga Ga girl.'
'I think it might be a very good idea for you to stay away from her, then. I don't want you getting any bad influences at your age.'
'Yes, your father's right.' The CG voice from the corner chipped in. 'There are some very dangerous people out there, and it's best not to put yourself in their way. Stay with your friends.'
'Don't worry,' Delilah said carefully, 'She's a freak. I wouldn't go near her.'
*Satisfactory conclusion. No nonconformity displayed. Cancel report.*
Delilah didn't like lying to her parents. She woud have liked to tell them what she really thought, her honest opinions, how silly she thought fashion was, but she couldn't. She'd heard unpleasant rumours about people who failed to appreciate the generosity of Globalsoft(c).
Disclaimer: the Ga Ga girls do not belong to me. In the show, they have no names, but to help you, in this picture(http://www.bellesdomain.co.uk/wwry/02_03.jpg) the names I have given them are as follows - Delilah, Kylie, Kelly, Poppy. Stacey is out of shot and in orange. The girl in the middle is, obviously, Scaramouche, who does not have a name when this is set that we know of, and since I also don't own her I haven't insulted Ben Elton or Queen by giving her one. And before you start whining, the Ga Gas are different. They're tertiary characters and therefore up for grabs. Anyway, nothing mentioned in here that I can think of right now belongs to me. It's all courtesy(not that they know it) of Queen, Ben Elton, Tanith Lee and, of course, Globalsoft(c).
Summary(this is taking forever....): You live in a perfect, Ga Ga world. All your needs are catered for. But what if you don't like it, and don't know how to change?
'Cos girl you know, yeah yeah yeah, you're the only one, uh huh.....' A thin, mostly tuneful voice wailed alongside the computer generated multitrack voices and programmed background music trickling tinnily out of the radio unit attached to a blue lycra mini-jacket hanging on the back of a bedroom door. Bright pink fingernails recieved meticulous inspection. A small remnant of popcorn was retrieved and flicked across the room, where it disappeared in a small green flash as it was laser-disintegrated out of existance. A small, amused grin flashed across the Ga Ga girl's face.
'Delilah, are you alright in there?'
'Hmm? Oh, yeah mum, I'm fine...' The door swung open, and a hard-life hologram with a bright smile looked round it. She was so realistic, Delilah@Forbes0772.Globalsoft.com sometimes forgot that her real mother had died three years before in a freak personality dissolution shutdown. The body had been quickly and efficiently disposed of, and the network had sent their commiserations and a reduced price computer generated replacement. But every now and then, if the apartment computer was trying to process more information than usual, some of her movements froze, or she flickered slightly from one position to another. Once, when Delilah's father had been programming three year's worth of Ga Ga hits at once while running his VR motorcycling game, and her brother Will had been downloading the last week's music and fashions, their cybermother had left her right forearm in the living room when she went into the kitchen. She was still within her warranty then, so they had automatically got a replacement motherboard and free software, and a wakihol(c) unit so that she could go outside the apartment, if she was programmed to want to. All they had to do in return was sign a disclaimer to the effect that no malfunction had occcured.
'Oh, you're just -' she froze for a nanosecond while accessing the deepest reaches of her memory, drawing a blank, accessing the main computer and then finally searching online for a definition for what Delilah was doing, '-singing.'
'I'm sorry, I didn't know anyone else was home, I won't do it again.'
'Just make sure you don't do it in public, won't you, dear? Everyone has their little quirks,' she froze again for slightly longer, searching for affirmation for this statement. Eventually she found a match in a generally inaccessible folder, deep in the Globalsoft(c) history files. Someone had said it a few decades back as a fact, and it hadn't been publicly denied, so theoretically it must still be an acceptible thing to say. 'But people don't like it. You know what your friends would say.'
'Yes, mum. I didn't really know I was doing it.'
'What is it, anyway? Is it that Y'Crono 'You're the only one for me?'
'No, it's Cerise's 'You're the only girl for me'. Y'Crono's 'You're the only one for me' was last week's number one.'
'Oh.' The computer-generated face flushed red for a second. She hadn't accessed the Ga Ga databases to identify the song, hoping to show her adopted daughter that she was 'in', but had miscalculated the probability of failure to guess the correct song. 'Oh dear.'
'I was singing the chorus,' Delilah said, generously, 'It's the same in both.'
'Oh.' Her CG mother replied, face returning to 'bright smile' mode. 'Why aren't you watching it on your tele-wall?'
'I've... I'm... well, I know I shouldn't be, but I'm... well, I'm a bit bored of the visual.' Seeing her mother about to send off a report to the manufacturers, she added quickly 'I'll appreciate it better if I haven't seen it for a while, and my eyes are a bit sore. I don't think they're used to this week's liner yet.'
'Well perhaps - Hm.' her timing circuits had hiccupped slightly, starting her talking before she had completely computed whether or not there was a suitable suggestion to make for this situation. 'Maybe you should play it through the main speakers?'
'Oh, I didn't think of that.' Delilah replied. 'I was listening to it on my way home from school-'
'Cyberschool, dear, cyberschool.'
'-Cyberschool, and I just didn't think to turn it on in here.'
'That's alright dear, it doesn't matter. Pizza will be ready in three minutes, if you want it, or I can get some burgers, or some fried chicken -'
'That's alright mum, I don't mind. Pizza's fine.'
'Would you like anything else with that?'
'Just a coke and fries. I don't really mind, honest.'
'Alright then, dear.'
As she left the room to order the food, the hologram added to her list of Delilah's daily behaviors.*Negative, singing. Possible beginnings of creativity. School, not cyberschool. Innacurate terminology. Positive, doesn't mind what she eats. Ambiguous, didn't think to re-route music through room speakers. Subdirectry. Negative - did not use provided technology. Positive - did not think. GaGa status - calculating - 98%. More work needed. Possible rebellious behavior developing - monitor.*
She sent off the report along with the food order, and a few seconds later it materialised in the matter-transporter unit. She laid the table, set out the food in it's paper and plastic wrappings, and e-mailed the other members of the house.
There was a small bleep in Delilah's room, and a discrete message flashed in the top right-hand corner of her telewall. It was accompanied by a CG voice, informing her that:
'You have one new message. Click here to see all new messages.'
Delilah pointed her wrist-unit at the flashing text and clicked. A window containing her mother's face dropped down into a quarter of the wall, and showed the message.
'Dinner's ready, everybody. Come and eat!'
Delilah closed the window and dropped her legs over the edge of the bed, and stood up. As she left the room she flicked her radio off, catching the tail-end of a news bulletin as she did so.
'Despite the unseasonal drought the whole of Mall is currently experiencing, experts ensure us that Coke production and it's subsidiaries will not be affe-'
'Oh good.' she muttered, swinging the door shut.
'Good day at school, Deli?' her father said through a mouthful of chicken as she sat down to eat.
'Mm, yeah, Kelly and Stacey got preview copies of next month's jackets because they're in the VIP Ga Ga club, dad, can I join?'
'Don't see why not. Mum, can we afford it?'
The hologram was standing quietly in the corner of the room, of course not needing nutrient sustenance, in standby mode. Her slightly too smooth face lifted, as she replied
'Family funds indicate sufficient disposable income.'
'Great, join Deli up.'
'Processing request.'
'What about you, then, Will?'
'We watched the Hoverball game in Sports, it was a draw.'
'They're all as good as each other.'
'Yeah, but the programmers aren't. SportsMode almost always beat BallCom, but they've pulled in some real fast fingers this time. Both teams are through to the next match.'
'Great.'
'Dad, do people ever make their own clothes?' Delilah suddenly said.
'What do you mean, Deli?'
'You know, not download them.'
'Why do you ask?' The cybermother programme started recording the conversation, composing a report to the behavioral psychologists at Globalsoft.
'There's this really weird girl in my class who never wears normal clothes, and she says she makes her own fashion statements. But it's not fashion, so how can it be a fashion statement? Well anyway, she can't download her clothes, no site would host them, so I was wondering where she got them.'
'Does she like music?'
'Well, I've heard she isn't a Ga Ga girl.'
'I think it might be a very good idea for you to stay away from her, then. I don't want you getting any bad influences at your age.'
'Yes, your father's right.' The CG voice from the corner chipped in. 'There are some very dangerous people out there, and it's best not to put yourself in their way. Stay with your friends.'
'Don't worry,' Delilah said carefully, 'She's a freak. I wouldn't go near her.'
*Satisfactory conclusion. No nonconformity displayed. Cancel report.*
Delilah didn't like lying to her parents. She woud have liked to tell them what she really thought, her honest opinions, how silly she thought fashion was, but she couldn't. She'd heard unpleasant rumours about people who failed to appreciate the generosity of Globalsoft(c).