Notion: Crystalpunk
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vaxjediUnder the blasting, thudding beat of the dance music, Ken (aka DJ Grid) almost missed the buzz of his cell phone. He checked the text, "Daedalus gave us the word. It's on. 11:43pm your time." He looked at his watch. That was only five minutes. He was going to have to time this just right. He pulled a CD from his pack and slipped it into his laptop.
With expert motions and timing, he transitioned seamlessly from the dance song already playing into the special mix he'd been working on for years, a industrial-trance fusion remix of "You've Got to Fight for Your Right to Party." The complex interplay of three baselines, each based on the Fibonacci sequence, pounded into the mass of dancers on the floor.
Delilah, who was dancing close to the DJ table, stopped suddenly and turned to look at Ken. He nodded slowly. She took in a deep breath and pulled out a crystal pendent from under her shirt. She flicked on the LED that was fitted into the base, turning the quartz point into a brilliant blue light hanging over her heart.
Ken watched as others in the crowd saw Delilah and followed suit. Soon there was a bobbing constellation of blue lights amidst the mass of dancers. The dancing became more intense as those in the know gave over to the most powerful force humanity had at their disposal - ecstasy focused by purpose. They were infectious, and within moments the rest of the floor was caught up in their energy.
It began in the back. One of the lit dancers was suddenly surrounded by a lattice of bright orange light, in the middle of two interlaced tetrahedrons. They began to spin with him as the axis. Another, this one of blue fire, appear and spun the other direction. They spun faster until he was surrounded with a blazing globe, with energy spinning off of him like the rings of Saturn.
Some just stood and gawked. But most everyone kept dancing. Blooms of sunlight and fire lit up the dance floor as the merkabas of more people activated. Even dancers without pendants were beginning to erupt into fire and light.
Ken turned on his own pendant, this one a beacon of red. Raising his hands he sheathed himself in his own merkaba. And then, he flashed out through the walls of the club, followed by the collected army of light.
There was the New Wave, and there was Dark Wave. Well, this is Light Wave. The revolution has begun.
With expert motions and timing, he transitioned seamlessly from the dance song already playing into the special mix he'd been working on for years, a industrial-trance fusion remix of "You've Got to Fight for Your Right to Party." The complex interplay of three baselines, each based on the Fibonacci sequence, pounded into the mass of dancers on the floor.
Delilah, who was dancing close to the DJ table, stopped suddenly and turned to look at Ken. He nodded slowly. She took in a deep breath and pulled out a crystal pendent from under her shirt. She flicked on the LED that was fitted into the base, turning the quartz point into a brilliant blue light hanging over her heart.
Ken watched as others in the crowd saw Delilah and followed suit. Soon there was a bobbing constellation of blue lights amidst the mass of dancers. The dancing became more intense as those in the know gave over to the most powerful force humanity had at their disposal - ecstasy focused by purpose. They were infectious, and within moments the rest of the floor was caught up in their energy.
It began in the back. One of the lit dancers was suddenly surrounded by a lattice of bright orange light, in the middle of two interlaced tetrahedrons. They began to spin with him as the axis. Another, this one of blue fire, appear and spun the other direction. They spun faster until he was surrounded with a blazing globe, with energy spinning off of him like the rings of Saturn.
Some just stood and gawked. But most everyone kept dancing. Blooms of sunlight and fire lit up the dance floor as the merkabas of more people activated. Even dancers without pendants were beginning to erupt into fire and light.
Ken turned on his own pendant, this one a beacon of red. Raising his hands he sheathed himself in his own merkaba. And then, he flashed out through the walls of the club, followed by the collected army of light.
There was the New Wave, and there was Dark Wave. Well, this is Light Wave. The revolution has begun.
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Date: 2008-02-28 02:13 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-02-28 07:26 pm (UTC)The syncretism is a little weird for me. Every time a Hebrew term pops up, a little voice in my head yells "I know what that is!" :-)
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Date: 2008-02-28 07:34 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-02-28 07:40 pm (UTC)