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The Stereo (Paradise City)
By Lucretia ([email protected])
Mike looked up from his cubicle and noted the time as 5 pm. Time to go home
for the weekend. After logging off the server he had been setting up, he
quickly gathered up his coat and leather briefcase. He engaged in small talk
with his co-workers about their plans that weekend on the elevator ride down.
At the lobby after a round of "See ya's" from and to his friends in the office
he walked out to his car. It was a miserable afternoon, foggy and chilly, yet
the smile on his face seemed to beam out in front of him, a shield against it.
His car, a 13 year old Pontiac, started grudgingly after a few seconds.
"Time to look at something newer" he mused.
The drive home was as miserable as the day. Traffic backed up for miles,
inching by exit by exit. Horns barking and people shouting at each other.
His face, serene and happy, echoed perfectly the emotions under his rough
skin. The CD player in his car belted out 80's Rock and Roll. His thoughts
drifted happily from subject to subject as he drove on though the haze.
A Mini van, its horn honking, advanced slowly in the lane to his right.
A girl whom looked about 6 looked at him through the mini van's window.
"What's that man smiling for?" she asked her mom. The mother,
irritated at not beating the traffic home looked out the drivers side window
and told her daughter that he was weird and not to look at him.
The girl, undaunted, went right on staring. Mike waved at the girl and
she waved back.
At about 6 PM Mike arrived at his house in the country. Getting out of his
car he walked up to the white paver stone pathway to his house. Almost
surrounding his house was a ring of flowers, nicely kept. They were fading
now, due to fall's prankish cold winds and frost. The house itself was single
story with blue siding. The Paver stone's made small crunch crunch sounds
under his business shined shoes. About half way to his house, he stopped and
looked west. The setting fall sun turned the scant clouds into bronze fire.
He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply from the cold breeze blowing past.
Earth and all her sad but wonderful fall glory watched him. It was enough.
He unlocked his door and went inside.
An observer walking with him into his house would be shocked to see that, to
the contrary, this house was almost empty. No furnishings except for the
shades, which were down. The living room was totally bare and the kitchen
only contained a table and single chair, except for an old refrigerator and
stove. However, there had never been nor probably never would be any
house guests. He walked to his bedroom, which only contained a small bed and
closet. Here he quickly undressed, Hanging up his suit fooled by his tie and
shoes. His underwear were thrown into a hamper by the door.
Naked, he walked back out into the kitchen and opened the door leading to the
basement. The stairs here were carpeted; he had no intention of getting a
splinter in his feet. The basement itself was rather usual, with a few boxes
here and there. A large bookcase decorated the rear wall. He went over, pushed
a knot in the wood, and stood back. The bookcase and artificial wood paneling
slid to the right, disclosing a concrete wall with two immense bank vault
type safe doors. He took off a golden necklace with a key dangling on the
end. Unlocking the vault, he walked inside. The doors closed behind him.
The vault was rather large, about fifty feet long by twenty-five feet wide.
Even though the entire room was concrete, it never less held a earthen smell,
rich and damp. This room contained the one item he held dear; more than the
house, or his business associates. In this room was The Stereo.
He had bought it years ago at a flea market where he was looking for an
amplifier after one of his had blown out. The day had been bright and sunny.
Early Spring. Men and women went from table to table searching while there
children ran around, some getting Sno-Cones from the ice-cream vendor, some
playing hide and seek. Mike's attention was drawn to it shortly after he
walked in.
It was a real beauty in his mind. It was encased in an industrial
rack mount cabinet. Not two or three amplifiers, but ten, each with its own
EQ. A large VU display to show the systems total power output.
To top it all off, eight concert speakers standing about six feet high and
2 sub woofers for bass.
He had walked over and had been looking at it with great detail. Its owner
and a customer seemed to be discussing price.
"Man, that system is beat. It look's like someone went at it with a
sledgehammer!"
The woman shook her head.
"That's as low as I go"
The customer walked off. He promptly walked up to the woman and got a good
look at her. She seemed old and grandmotherly. Mike introduced himself and
inquired about the system.
The old woman smiled a radiant smile.
"It was my son's. I'd hate to sell it to some punk who's just going to get
drunk and beat on it."
She pointed the way the other customer had gone. "Like him. I'm selling all
of my son's stuff, and to me, it seems like I'm selling him too.
Memories are funny things. They have a way of attaching themselves to objects.
I find it hard to give up the memories, But ashes to ashes as I say"
"And dust to dust." Mike completed for her. He felt uncomfortable hearing
about a mother selling her sons things. "How much?" Mike asked.
The woman looked at him for some time. Tears seemed to have been on her face
not too long ago.
"Take it. I don't want to upset you, but you look a lot like him.
It seems fitting."
"Are you sure?" Mike asked, bewildered.
"Yes."
Mike pulled himself out of the past. The system was pretty much as he had
bought it that day, except for the addition of the mixer stand and
computer, which was used to send the music to the stereo.
Mike opened the glass door on the rack and flipped the power switches, one by
one. The VU meters jiggled a little and then a hum issued from the speakers.
An experienced audio tech would wonder at the hum. There was simply no way to
reproduce it. Mike had tried with some audio software at work and was never
able to figure it out. Deep and sub bass like, yes, but there was something to
that hum... something very much like a voice, speaking in an alien language
indecipherable to the human ear. So soothing, like silk sheets caressing a
naked breast. Wonderful.
Mike powered on the computer. It wasn't much of a system, just enough to play
a few songs. He walked over to the speakers and sat down.
The speakers were arranged in a full circle. Standing almost to the ceiling
and painted black, they had wire mesh to protect the more vulnerable
components. The entire system would have have been priced at over fifteen
thousand dollars at face value, but it was beyond price in his mind.
Not to mention beyond belief of most ordinary people, it terms of what
it could do.
On the floor in the circle formed by the speakers was a ring of flowers.
They seemed to glisten with dew. They had been picked over 5 years ago,
but still looked like they had been picked minutes ago. Mike stood naked in
the circle.
With a brief pop, the song started. It would be recognizable with the first
few notes of the lead guitar: 'Paradise City' by Guns And Roses. The computer
pushed the stereo to its maximum power: About ten thousand watts.
When the bass drum kicked in, even the solid concrete floor shook with Bass
power. There was also something else, something much more subtle, yet so much
more powerful gearing up. It showed on the hairs on Mikes body.
They were standing fully erect on his skin. The walls of the room seemed to
moan and soften like clay. The singer started with the chorus:
Take me down
To the paradise city
Where the grass is green
And the girls are pretty
Oh Won't you please take me home
It repeated, and then the song grew in power. Someone attuned fully to it
might sense something with great power and beauty about to come into being,
like a star, hanging above a frozen planet that now sees light and heat after
a night of ten thousand years.
Mike closed his eyes and tilted his head full back. The song enfolded, but
much of it at this point did not matter. He waited. A very careful observer
would notice that his body hair was thinning out slowly, with individual hairs
disappearing as if they had never been.
The chorus came again.
Take me down
To the paradise city
Where the grass is green
And the girls are pretty
Oh Won't you please take me home, yeah yeah
While the words to the chorus came yet again, something definitely was
changing on Mike's body. All of his body hair except for his eyebrows,
disappeared. Likewise, his hair on top of his head grew out and changed in
color, from short drab brown to long silky pink hair. His ears changed as
well, with tips visible at the top. His facial hair was gone. Even his
eyebrows were could be seen thinning. The shape and size of his nose also
changed, becoming smaller and a little less pointed. His face softened,
becoming something you might expect to see on a fourteen year old girl.
Girl. That would be the best description of the changes coming over him.
If someone was watching the transformation, he or she might believe it to
be excellent morphing.
Suddenly the speakers to his side flashed out a wave of what could only be
electric current ran though him. He did not jump at this. His eyes opened and
he looked out with color changing eyes. From hazel to a bright green, his
eyes changed as the song played on. The bolt of electric power changed his
flesh as it moved to the center of his shoulders and neck. Wrinkled, rough
hands became dainty, with long finger nails. His arms changed as well, their
contours smoothing out. The bright bolt of power traveled up his neck,
smoothing out his adam's apple. All of this happened rather slowly, with the
song continuing around him. The second chorus came through:
So far away
So far away
So far away
So far awayyyy
Now he floated off the ground, his hair fanning out behind him as if a
strong wind was blowing through the vault. His bright green eyes closed again.
The song continued, now having gone on for over 3 and a half minutes.
A few seconds after the main chorus came again, he curled up in midair in a
fetal position. The first chorus played 5 more times. He shook each time.
Now it played once more:
Take me down
To the paradise city
Where the grass is green
And the girls are pretty
Oh Won't you please take me home
The last "home" the singer dragged out for 2 dozen seconds. Mike, floating in
mid-air, threw out his arms and legs, as if finally surrendering. The Song
Sped up, its tempo more then doubling. Now the front speakers emitted that
electric looking pulse. It Flew out at his chest, becoming bright rings
surrounding his nipples. The rings seemed to be pulling out his chest, forming
breasts. The breasts, while not in the stripper size range, were none the less
perfect. One might expect to see the breasts an a well done painting.
The being in the center of the circle curled up into a fetal position again.
The lines of power formed a horizontal ring around her. The ring shone with a
prism of light, as if all of Earth's precious jewels (and some not from Earth)
where contained within. A second ring, identical to the first, formed
vertically. The rings then began to spin, slowly at first, then increasing
until the prism's of color were no longer color, they were the purest white
the human eye would ever see. The song approached its ending.
I Wanna Go
I Wanna Go
Oh won't you please take me home?
I wanna see
And I wanna be
Oh won't you please take me home?
The rings swapped places quickly, and then again, and yet again. Within the
space of one second, all that could be seen in the circle was a white sphere,
perfect in dimension. The main chorus came again:
Take me down
To the paradise city
Where the grass is green
And the girls are pretty
Take me home
In-between the last few words, the sphere flashed blindingly, and in unison.
With the last repetition of the chorus it flashed bright enough to blot out
the room. When the glow faded, there was nothing to be seen of Mike.
The final words before the silence were:
Yeah, baby PLEASE!
Then Nothing.
The Stereo shut itself down along with the computer. The concrete walls
hardened and the lights went out.
***
On a planet millions of light-years beyond earth, Princess Terra fell from a
few feet above her bed of the softest silk and goose down. Her lids closed,
hiding those beautiful green eyes.
After a few moment's, a servant came in and tucked her naked body in-between
the sheets.
After Princess Terra was all tucked in, the servant bent in front of the
sleeping girl's form.
"Welcome Home, Princess"
With a light peck in the cheek, the servant snuffed out the oil torches and
left the room.
***
Awakening, as always, brings a certain joy to me in this place. Even as I lie
here with my eyes closed I feel the utter magic and wonder of this planet.
I bring in a deep breath through my nostrils, smelling the oil torches and the
damp cut stone. The sound of cascading water comes to my ears. So much more intense
then on earth. I open my eyes in the dark and utter a few words.
To anyone on earth, it would be heard as nothing but sounds seemingly that of a bird.
However, here my voice comes out perfectly understandable:
"To move from far to near, Light is what darkness fears."
The unlit torches hanging on the wall light instantly, Showing my bedchamber in my
underground temple. Perfectly cut stone blocks make up the walls, ceiling and floor.
An opening in the ceiling at the far end of the room brings water from the lake above
in a waterfall. In the flickering light of the torches it appears as if motes dance
in the water.
I sit up, allowing the silk sheets to slide of the upper part of my body. The depth
of feeling as the material glides off of my breasts is beyond words. I sit here for
a minute, allowing my mind to adjust to the higher level of input my nerves are sending.
Minutes later, I cross the bed and bathe myself in the hollow cavity where the waterfall
ends. The cool water charges my magic like a battery. An hour I emerge from the water and
dress myself in a flowing purple robe. Beads and leather bags, My magic Foci, adorn the
front and sides. I walk out into the main chamber where servants greet me pleasantly.
One of the servants walks up to me slowly, and with a bow of her head explains that my
presence is needed at the altar of the second moon. It seems one of the other princess's has
called a meeting. I nod my head and follow her up and out to the surface. With a few words
from me, we float up and into the air, heading north toward the forests and the altar of the
second moon. The first moon, now at the full, illuminates the forest and the strange but
wonderful creatures that live below. Butterflies with wingspans near 20 feet and colored
like the setting sun fly to the right and left of us.
We land on the uppermost balcony of the Tower and walk in.
"Terra!" Kismet cries as she walks up to embrace me. "How was your journey?"
I smile as the moon revels the shape of her body. Like me and all the other princess,
she has long, thick hair down to her ankles. Like all of us, she has a soft, slender body
Like all of us, she has fought to create this paradise.
"Very well." I reply to her. The telepathic link that we all share makes my smile grow
wide into a knowing grin.
"Soon, Kismet, Soon we can see my world together. For now, let us enjoy this one."
"It is well then. Let us go."
***
"Paradise City" Copyright by Guns And Roses.
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