StrangeBirds: Inception

 
     Breaking news! Today we wake up to the brutal title “God Particle Discovered! No Hope for the Human Race!” plastered over our windows, screaming from the trees, auto-toned through the tube, broadcasted from loudspeakers…

      -- Lord Johnatron and his sidekick Audbot were up to no good. With the royal announcement of morality’s end, they had much work to do…

      There was a rustling of papers from the next room. Audbot could distinguish it only as a maniacal frenzy. Lord Johnatron was searching through past years’ newspapers for shreds of what was to come.
      “Ahhh!” he cried out, furious with passion… and disorder.
      “Audbot! You must help!”
      (Audbot rolls her eyes) “Yes, Masta.”

      After hours of relentless ogling, Audbot exclaimed, “Aha! Here Masta! The colors are here!”
      Lord Johnatron, greatly pleased with his sidekick, patted her on the head.
“Good work, Audbot, but the real battle is yet to come…”

      It started slowly, but fervently. They printed war pamphlets, raided mass websites, painted the town with colors. They stalked the roads with speakers, shouting their slogans of Truth!
      “Disarm Your God!”
      “Peace is a Lie!”
      “There is only Passion!”
      “Disarm Your God!”

      -- And so they fought, late into the dreary night. As the sun began to rise, they disassociated any reputation of time.
      “Lord Johnatron, we must wake these slumbering giants, so that no machine may tell us ‘When.’” sang Audbot.
      They knocked down the doors of the sleeping drones; they ripped out their plugs from the walls. They continued, screaming…
      “Disarm Your God!”
      “Peace is a Lie!”
      “There is only Passion!”
      “Disarm Your God!”

      …But the drones droned on…

      “I think it’s time, Audbot. The people do not hear our shouts of Truth.”
      And though they were prepared for an awakening, Lord Johnatron and his sidekick knew not of what an uprising was to come…

      -- Chugging music ROARED from the amplifier, shattering the windows of perception. Eyes began to squint open, tranced from the Truth that was squealing and rumbling. Blood was dripping from their ears by the last shredding chord of Lord Johnatron’s tool.
      “Hear me, drones! Plea no more for your future! Stop counting your success in minutes, stop marching to the beat of the clock’s hands. Live, now! Disarm Your God!”
      …And the people began to sense, to delicately smell the earth again. Slowly, they stepped on the cracks, they splashed in puddles, and finally, the dancing began.
      A waaave of energy surged the crowd; people were raising their hands, shaking with life!

      …Lord Johnatron began the next song…

      They developed, before his eyes, into a mass of chaos.
      “Go now, sing!” he called.
      The drones, with their plugs, and their time-telling, and their gods, began to split from the mass in zig-zags like lightning. They stripped themselves of their mechanics and technology, fleeing in fear, fleeing in passion.

      -- There was nothing left of the drones by nightfall. Lord Johnatron and Audbot exchanged a wide-eyed embrace.
      “It’s time to de-assemble the world, Audbot. We will teach them Nothing, and they will fear no more. We will teach Nowness, and their future will dissolve. We will teach them Truth, and they will disarm their gods.”
      “We will break the chains of the Classes, Masta, and the earth will rule once more…”

      (Lord Johnatron and Audbot morph into Strange Birds and fly away.)