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The Rocknauts Part XI
By joseexist in Musings On Muses
July 21, 2010

The Rocknauts Part XI

The Rocknauts left the now stable energy bands behind and went into high-orbit over the North Pole. The exotic ribbons slowly faded to a dull red and along with them the humming low end ‘D’ note also waned away. When they finally winked out of existence only the two spheres of sand and water were left. They hovered motionless over their prospective opposite points of the globe.

The remnants of humanity were breathing collective sighs and taking some notice of the differences now manifested upon their world. The air was filled with the burnt smell of metal, scalded water, and many other things that could only be wondered at. A thick overtone of ozone was apparent as well. In slow electronic motion, radio stations crackled back onto the air. Test patterns flickered out of television screens. Intercoms and playback devices began to work properly again. If there was a normalcy to get back to, no one on earth could have possibly known what that might be.

“We will leave you to yourselves.” Singer cut thru the airwaves once again. It wasn’t a clean intrusion like before. This time he message simply seeped through a background of normal broadcasts and communications chatter. A weather report could still be heard and understood just beneath his voice on a station in Hawaii.

“We came from farther away than any of you could possibly imagine. You are not the first world we have visited. We have laid many armies to waste because they deserved to be treated as they treated us. It is better to remove such infestations from a planet than to let it be. Such sickness always destroys a world eventually. Here is your chance to build a world together in peace. I caution you to rebuild your arms wisely. You may well need them in the future. We are not the only ones out here. We are only the first to arrive.

Your atmosphere is crippled. Your magnetic field is weakened. Your water is fouled with poisons, some of which are our doing, but much of which is by your own hand. We will repair all the damage that has been done as we leave. What you eventually mature to be, is now in your hands. There are no other species out here that will help you along the way. To the contrary, there are many that would rather see your demise. So, get on with it! Forever won’t stand by!”

And so, the final song began to play. Thunderclaps circled the globe once more as both spheres shattered, releasing their now highly exotic payloads. Small wisps of energy scattered on the winds like dandelion seeds. The air in their wake tickled everything back to normal. The waters of the ocean returned to a crisp clean blue. The air regained a moist freshness it had not had in centuries. Greenery seemed to be brighter. Clouds were fluffier and rain was far sweeter than it had ever been. The only evidence that anything had happened at all was the slight glow on the face of the moon, and the millions of warriors who would never come home.

(Verse-1) How good is good? How mean is mean? Do you forgive, or just forget? Do you refuse, though you lose? Do you give in, and let them win?

(Pre-1) You have spread your wings, as far as you could. You’re bending ion the wind, as the storm settles in.

(Verse-2) How gainful is gain? How painful is pain? Have you been giving, your best? This is life, and not a test.

(Pre-2) You have lived your life, as best as you could. You’ve carried yourself far, like you always dreamed you would.

(Chorus-1) But forever won’t stand by. Forever won’t stand by.

(Lead to Verse music)

(Pre-3) You aim for the stars, but it seems to do no good. The lightening fills the sky, as the days pass you by.

(Chorus-2) Forever won’t stand by. (4X)

(Lead out)

(Words, music, arrangement by: Jose’ Diaz)

From northern latitudes four bright points of light were seen shooting away from the earth in formation. They plunged out of sight into deep space. The visitors were gone. They left a clean slate upon which mankind could take a better educated shot at becoming something worthwhile.

They also left another gift unlike any other. On every hard drive and every computer processing chip, in every electronic device, and even down to calculators and of course cell phones, a packet that could be accessed but took up no room. It held three-thousand songs. A lot of them were familiar to the people of earth. It was no less than a gift of amusing muses for the people of a new world.

THE END?