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Hands: A Protomen StoryThe concert hall was charged with electricity even before the lights dimmed. And when they did fade, only to illuminate the band, the very air seemed to be stifling a roar. The metaphorical butterflies in the stomach were large as eagles, every flap of the wings, every second, building tension.
Kilroy strode onstage and the air exploded around them; the cheers would have deafened the Protomen themselves had they not been wearing earplugs. The drummer of the group, Demon Barber, grinned. This was his moment. He raised the drumsticks high with pride and brought them down as the rest of the band stepped into the light. Kilroy greeted the crowd, the concert formally began, and the message began to be spread.
Drumbeats, soft and steady as a heartbeat, pulsed through the hall. In a matter of moments the drums were joined by a piano; though the keyboards pace was faster, the drum kept it alive. In a
A Protomen MonologueYou dont know who we are. You dont know our names. Heck, you dont even know if we have names. You dont know where were from, how we got here, how we keep going. But what youre here tonight to learn, to know, is why were here. Why the governments after our heads. Why the robots are on constant alert. Why, every night, we risk our necks for you ignorant masses.
I dont mean to offend when I say that; its the plain and simple truth. You are ignorant, and we are here to teach. Let me tell you a story of the time before the robots. Before the world fell to the iron will and iron soldiers of one man.
Before the robots there was music. And I dont mean the monotonous political garbage they feed you on the loudspeakers every night. I dont mean the mantra you chant daily, brain
a dangerous hallucinationThe light coming through the window was bright,
much too bright.
Even though my eyes were closed
I could see it-
The skin of my arms prickled,
sweat dripped from my brow.
It was two in the afternoon but…
the sun was setting
through the window facing east.
I should have seen the hutch,
shelves lined with bone china
decorated with delicate leaves and vines.
I was so thirsty
and reaching for cups that should have been there.
Instead I found a billboard of butterflies,
the colors raging
more than any rainbow
I'd ever seen.
Their wings fluttered and flashed
yet somehow they moved in slow motion.
I wanted to stand,
wanted to reach out and touch them but…
I couldn't move,
and yet I laughed
ignoring my dry mouth
and the tingling in my feet.
There was a tempest
on the rise
and in my blood.
A sugar rush disguised
as a riot of butterflies
and they were swarming me.
There was a small vial
of insulin in my pocket
that I nev
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