![]() Lost, it finds itself passing one of these communities, and hears one of these songs. ![]() Then, one day, a talent-probe - The Cowellator 3000 - is hit by a little meteor, and damages its tracking circuitry. They sing songs of hope and community, songs which make them feel close to one another, and songs of looking up at the sky and opening their eyes. And they like to sing to each other around a roaring fire, while hitting a log with a stick. ![]() They live in caves and mud-huts, and housing estates, wearing clothes which have been handed down from previous generations, and the haircuts of a bygone age. Some of them have formed primitive communities which are outside of the gleaming, metallic cityscapes. ![]()
0 Comments
Leave a Reply. |