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[ The Nightfly ] [ By The GNN ]
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"THE NIGHTFLY"
by THE GNN/DualCrew-Shining/uXu
He left the secure ground at 2300 hours and headed for deep space. His
space ship was very tight due to the fact that almost the entire
two-passenger cabin was as usual filled to the limit with his equipment.
The planet behind him became smaller and smaller as he roared past the
moon. A pencil headed for the ceiling and he understood that he had left
the gravity zone.
He checked the map and set the auto pilot for the neutral zone. A police
robot swept past him and checked his passport. No problems. He leaned
back in the seat and watched the distant suns in front of him. He knew
that he would never ever make it so far, but that did not matter. His
voice would soon be all over the universe and that was enough for him.
The engines suddenly stopped. A few minutes later, the ship stood still
in the middle of space. He checked the map again and discovered that he
was in the first sector of the neutral zone. Excellent. Time to rock and
roll.
He opened up his air compartments and heard the familiar sound of oxygen
being pumped into the cockpit. He removed his helmet a couple of minutes
later and took a deep breath. He hummed on a little tune as his fingers
danced around on several buttons. When he was almost done he hesitated for
a while before he pushed the final button. A buzzing sound was heard and
the gigantic antenna on the roof was extended. Everything had worked out
fine. He pulled down the microphone from the roof and turned on his
computer terminal. A few commands and his cabin drowned in soft music.
The Nightfly was on the air.
"The time is 2400 hours central european Earth time and this is the
Nightfly speaking to you from the solar system's neutral zone! I will be
here for six hours to entertain you, so do not leave! But first, let us
listen to the latest hit from the Alpha Centauri Camp."
kill, maim, destroy
we love to do it
we do it all the time
it is fun
real fun
kill, kill, kill (I)
The music was really hardcore - the only thing that could be heard,
except for the violent song, was magnificent heavy drums that could kill an
elephant together with some strange bleeping sounds. The Nightfly did not
actually like the music, but he had to play it anyway to amuse some other
parts of the universe. The Alpha Centauri Camp had complained about him
never playing the kind of music they listened too. He seldom cared about
what other creatures on other planets liked to hear since there existed
enough styles of music to keep him busy for several decades.
When the tune was finished, he leaned forward and spoke into the
microphone.
"Time for Nightfly Facts! There are three steps in human understanding
of his own life! The first step; The Mob Step. Life is work. The second
step; The agony step. Life must be more than just work. This
understanding leaves the human in pain, since she cannot understand what
the meaning of life is. The third (and final) step; The understanding
step. Life is work for most people, but one just have to play the game,
eat the cake and suck out the fun of life before it is too late! (*).
Cool ey? And now; the peoples corner is open! Call and let your voice be
heard all over the universe! The number is..."
Then he turned on some new music. This time he played some Marsian dance
music that was actually quite enjoyable.
whatever you do
and whatever you are
you can always go
to Mars and dance
gravitation is cool
the men are proud
and the women are hot
so come to Mars and dance (II)
"We have a caller! It is Mike from the Sun of Freedom Republic! What
have got to say Mike to the people and the creatures and the souls of our
universe?"
Mike was a creature that did not speak with sounds. Therefor, he used a
phone that translated his leg movements into sounds, which ended up his
voice rather metallic.
"I like music. I like the Nightfly. I like to listen to the Nightfly."
"Thanks Mike! Say, what do you think about the new racist movement that
have emerged from nowhere on your planet?"
"Stupid. Uneducated."
"You are right about that, Mike. Now we have Michelle from Earth on the
line!"
A young female voice came to life.
"Hi, Nighty! I love you! I want you! I want to make lo..."
Click.
"Thanks Michelle! Now for some more music."
He played some funky Phobos music and thought about how many calls from
weirdos he had received during the two years he had been transmitting.
yeah yeah yeah yeah
yeah yeah yeah yeah
Phobos says yeah
yeah yeah yeah
While the music played the Nightfly lighted a cigarette. He watched the
grey smoke and sighed. Even tough he really enjoyed his hobby he still
could not relax properly when on the air. No one knew who he was, no one
had ever seen him. He was the only Nightfly, the criminal dude who once a
week gave the universe what they wanted to listen to. What he did was
illegal, but since he was in a neutral zone no one could really arrest him.
Yet. It was just a question of time before the governments united and
decided to invent some new law that would lead to his arrest, he thought.
A sudden anger made him lower the volume in the middle of the tune and
scream: "Free radio! We need more stations like mine! Revolution!"
The tune continued and he felt free. He knew that he was privileged.
Phobos says yeah
yeah yeah yeah... (III)
"... and Nightfly says yeah too!"
Very few people had the money and the knowledge about how to open up
their personal radio station. The Nightfly had used parts of a inheritance
to buy the necessary equipment for his station. He loved it, and would
keep on playing music and talking bullshit for long as he lived.
"Want to hear the latest gossip folks? Heh heh... you know the infamous
police man Stephen Crownbranch who dedicated his life to nail all hackers
and virus makers around the universe? You know, just after he had busted
three members of the Galactic Hackers Association he suddenly disappeared
from the law force. No one know where he is. But I know! The guys in
G.H.A told him that they were going to get him and sure they did. But they
struck back in a completely unexpected way. They did not hack his computer
not did they send him some killing computer virus. They did not empty his
bank account nor did they spread any filthy rumors about him via the
networks. Poor old Stephen had fifty computer experts who helped him to
feel secure. So I guess he felt rather surprised when the guys in G.H.A,
the little nerds with glasses and bad breathes, showed up with a handgun
and blew his brain away with two rounds of hot steel. Yep, murdered him
for real, not electronically. Way to go, G.H.A. Hackers are heroes. No
doubts about that, I can assure you! So! It is time to rock this universe
with a political discussion! Tonight's topic will be; why do the mad
dictator Clex Mankler keep on living? Should someone zap him to dust with
a laser cannon or is economical aid to the rebels be enough? Music
maestro! The Killing Game by Force Crew;"
he was a dare devil
he was a mercenary
never had a good life
only knew how to shoot
I tell you this
do not mess with the
mercenary man
from the stars (IV)
"Speak Yggrasil!"
"First of all, I would like to thank the Nightfly for his great work!"
"Thanks..."
"About Clex Mankler... Yes! I think someone ought to blow away a couple
of his heads! That piece of selfish shit have ruined the lives of many
poor inhabitants on Planet Q! I cannot understand why no one shoots him!
Personally, I would use a Magma Three and stick it up his..."
"Er... what do you think about the fact that he will be able to vote in
the next Galactic Meeting on Phobos?"
"It sucks! It is outrageous! He is a madman!"
The Nightfly disconnected his caller.
"Thanks Yggrasil! I am sure that you are not the only one to have that
kind of feelings! Speaking about madmen, last week a young man in a city
called Phalun on planet Earth savagely killed seven people with a automatic
weapon (**). I guess no one missed that. Apparently his mind snapped when
his girl friend told him to fuck off or something.. well, I do not really
know the details behind his great rage. The man was a officer in the army
and could easily lay his hands on several weapons that he used for his
personal retaliation. I could say something about how awful it is that no
one stopped him in time or I could demand the army to keep their weapons in
a safer place in the future. But I will not do that. I mean, why should
I? The young man who killed seven people ought to be treated as a hero
down on Earth. Because he showed the world that they have a good army with
people who knows how to do the work. Why do they keep on saying that he
killed seven 'innocent people'? He was employed by the army. His work is
to learn people to kill, main and 'protect' the country from 'enemies'.
I never forget the face of one guy who claimed that he felt bad about
what had happened. He was dressed in army clothes and had his family close
to him when the media interviewed him. He wanted to go home. This
pathetic guy really pissed me off. He also worked for the army, as the man
who murdered seven people did. So why did he feel bad? Why? The killer
just showed the world that their weapons works perfect, that their fine
automatic weapons can kill and maim people. That is what they are for.
So, this guy who 'felt bad and wanted to home' I just want to know the
following facts; when your department of justice decides that it is time
for war you must kill and maim people anyway. You will have to kill more
than seven people to survive, I tell you that. So use this golden
opportunity to learn how that will feel. You will not have the slightest
chance to 'feel bad' and 'go home' then. You must kill, you must use your
weapon to blow other peoples body parts away. Get used to it.
"Now, a short break for the one o'clock news."
Welcome to Galactic News. My name is Jon Andersson.
Today, the president of the United States on planet Earth decided to wipe
out the Freedom Colony on the first moon. Many people are disappointed
with the president and says that he should not have used military
force...blah blah. Alpha Centauri suffers from one of the worst fire
storms in history. The reason seems to be the increasing numbers of
smokers...blah blah. Promixia Delta has been sucked into a black
hole...blah blah. Another war...blah blah. Yet another war...blah blah.
The results from the Space Race...blah blah The weather...blah blah
Good night or good morning, depending on where you are...
"I am the Nightfly, and you are listening to me! Now..."
A loud crash could be heard. He froze. Something had happened.
Quickly, he brought up the status screen and discovered that an asteroid
had broken one of his wheels. He cursed himself for forgetting to pull the
wheels up when he had left the planet. But the damage was not especially
serious. He just had to land very carefully when he got back.
"Sorry about this little break. I just discovered that a bunch of kids
tried to steal my purse. Ha ha ha... You know what? This world must be
destroyed. We have lost all our feelings for the human race, the creature
race and the soul manager race. All cultures that I know do only want one
thing. Money and material. What happened to the old days, the so-called
'dark ages', when God was divine and humble people believed that they were
only a small part of a complex but rational order? It vanished and was
replaced with a thirst for personal benefit. No one cares about other
people, the only thing that matters is the success and the short cuts.
Start the body count. Sure, I am a cynic. This world must be destroyed.
Now for the number one hit! Kiss My Oxygen Tank with the Plausible Heroes!
Hit 'em boys!"
kiss my steel tank and feel the air
sweep through your lungs
you know I care
baby, I do not want you to suffocate
I love you more than the sun
so come on
kiss my steel tank (V)
His phone rang and he picked it up from the other seat. A female voice
spoke to him with a soft voice.
"Hi Nightfly. I would like to talk about that Clex Mankler dude. It
that okay? My name is Cath by the way."
"Of course!" he answered. "Hold on a while."
He turned off the music and grabbed the microphone.
"Now we got Cath from... uh... somewhere! Let us hear what you got to
say to the public Cath!"
"About this Clex fella... uh... I think he really is an idiot. And..
uh.. uh..."
He had to help her.
"Is there something special you dislike with him?"
"Yes! Uh... he is SO GOD DAMN UGLY! HE LOOKS LIKE A GOD DAMN PRICK!
FUCK HIM! IF I HAD THE CHANCE I WOULD FOR SURE..."
"Thanks Cath. But do remember that we have the freedom of speech, so
just watch what you say."
Click.
"You are still listening to the Nightfly. People, when I sit here in my
ship I feel rather lonely, let me tell you that. I can see the twinkling
stars and the planets, but they are so far away from me that it is almost
hard to believe. And when I look at the planets from a closer distance
with the zoom-scope I feel the same feeling. Because I cannot see people
unless I land on a planet, and the lack of people makes a man feel alone.
But when I look at the planets I notice something else. They look so
peaceful and comfortable from a long range distance. I cannot see any
people, I cannot see any wars. I cannot hear political discussions nor can
I see violence and misery. I can only see the huge terrestial body that
floats around in space. I cannot see people. The ones responsible for
everything bad are people. People never do anything good, they just
destroy what is in their way. I am a part of those people, I know that.
So, sometimes I love this feeling of being alone in space.
I like to sir here alone and watch the planets and the stars. Everything
looks so beautiful from here."
He paused for a while before he continued.
"Now I think it is time to talk about personal relations! Call Nightfly
if you got any problems with life, love or whatever! I will be right
back!"
robot love
electrical thoughts
mechanic feeling
lick the steel
proton power
neutron dance (VI)
"That was Raven Family from planet Earth with the tune 'Does not somebody
want to be wanted'. Not very intelligent tune, but good if you want to
dance! Something that bugs me is that it is told by many that space is
endless. Because if it were not endless, there must be a wall or something
at the end of the universe. And what would be behind that wall? More
space. Hence, space must be endless.
Personally, I do not think that space is endless. Because if it were
endless, where would it end? Where should we place the last gas station
before we put up the sign 'Here begins the endless space. Have you got
enough gasoline?'
Now I would like to welcome Ralph from Bay City on Planet XI. What would
you like to talk about Ralph?"
"Well, you see... I have a girl friend from another planet. Planet XII
to be precise. And with this new law that forbids youngsters from other
planets to make love to people from here... well..."
"I see! So you are not able to meet each other any more?"
"No. I cannot even travel to that planet any more."
"Let me tell you this Ralph; shout for revolution, get guns and blow the
suckers away who invented this law!"
"Right! You got it! Thanks and good bye, Nighty!"
Click.
"Oh, did it not feel nice to be the spark that lighted another
revolutionary fire? I tell you this people; actions talks - bullshit
rules. We have to work for what we want. But work does not only have to
be physical action, it can be everything from words on paper to brief chats
in the middle of the night. Of course, oppressed people have little use
for big mouths that cannot reveal anything particular about the problems,
but those who got the talent to speak... speak! Now for the next caller!
We got Hegel from Earth! Speak!"
"Hello, it is nice to..."
The voice suddenly disappeared. Buzz. Nightfly knocked the phone
against the dashboard in a try to get Hegel back. A voice came back, but
it was not the one who called himself Hegel. Someone had connected himself
to his phone line. Someone special.
"Listen Nightfly! This is commander Lick, chief commander on the Queens
primary destroyer, who speaks! We are close to you and do you know what we
will do?"
The Nightfly sighed and lighted another cigarette.
"Say hello? Buy me some candy? How should I know?"
"We are going to blow you into nothing you criminal! We..."
"Sorry, but you cannot do that. I am in a neutral zone and..."
"Not any more! The government on planet Earth decided to move the zone
six blocks away! So if you do not find a way to move to that area in less
than three minutes, you are history! Pirate radio station! (Belch) We are
going to get you!"
Smart move, really smart move. Nightfly hung up and turned on his
engines immediately. He did not know if the guy was lying or not, but he
did not want to find out. Quickly he accelerated into space. The
cigarette between his lips jumped out of his mouth due to the sudden speed
and landed on the floor. Nightfly desperately reached for it and did not
see that he actually headed for a well-known black hole. When he raised
his head he discovered the hole, but it was way too late and he was
sucked in
into the black hole
do be do be do be do (VII)
'The Nightfly is gone' by Section Z.
However, sometimes young and old people still lean back into their
chairs, gathers giggling around radios, happily turn on receivers in their
cars or space crafts, and enjoys a night of truths and galactic music.
Because some people still claim that if you aim your antenna at the Seventh
Heaven black hole and tune your radio to a certain frequency you will hear
the familiar and beloved voice again.
"I am the Nightfly and you are listening to me!"
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(I) 'Destroyer, The'. (c) 2132 - Bangle Boys.
Flood Records / All rights reserved.
(II) 'Dance on Mars'. (c) 2132 - Mars Crew.
Flood Records / All rights reserved.
(III) 'Say Yeah!'. (c) 2131 - B.A.G.
DeadJam / All rights reserved. (BAG@multi.deadjam.com)
(IV) 'Killing Game, The'. (c) 2132 - Force Crew.
KONK / All rights reserved.
(V) 'Kiss my Oxygen Tank'. (c) 2068 - Big Ripe Tomato.
(New version by Plausible Heroes)
Silver Plate Head / All rights reserved.
(VI) 'Does not somebody want to be wanted'. (c) 2132 - Raven Family.
KONK / All rights reserved.
(VII) 'Nightfly is Gone, The'. (c) 2133 - Section Z.
DeadJam / All rights reserved. (SZ@multi.deadjam.com)
(*) From the book 'Three Steps In Human Understanding'.
Elephant Books. (c) Ian Swede, 2106.
With kind permission from the author.
(**) Nightfly refers to the Phalun massacre in the year of 2132.
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