The sirens blared through the night and neon sky of the Granite City. Late night shopper ran from the approaching horde, dodging into the safety of the nearest shop. They would watch it all unfold in front of them whilst being link sold products they did not want or need. This was the way it was. This was the way it will ever be.
The soldiers arrived, clad in the military standard electric blue with neon orange, red and green accents. Lining up in their regimented rows they faced down Union Street towards the enemy, their colour changing capes fluttering in the wind. Commanders walked among them barking out orders, telling them to remember their training, to put their trust in the commander and in one particular case, showing a new recruit how to wear a headband properly.
Somewhere, possibly nearer than anyone realised, a room lit up red. A solitary figure walked into the centre of the room and clicked their fingers. A deep bass beat thrummed from below as solid light consoles appeared all around them, encasing them in technology. Their fingers started pressing buttons, sliding sliders and spinning discs. This was a well practiced and well choreographed procedure. The bass beat was joined by a hi hat, keeping time with the fast fingers of the figure and then a wall of synthesisers rounded out the soundtrack. The red room glowed and faded in unison with the music. A large triangle button glowed luminescent green in front of the figure. They were ready.
Two soldiers on the front line looked at each other. This was not the first mission that they had taken part in but each time could be their last.
“Here we go again.” said the older of the two.
“See you on the other side.” replied the other.
If you had been looking from an angle that would have been considered dynamic, you would have seen that one after another, each soldier would place headphones over their ears, say the words “I consent” and their gaze go glassy. It would have looked incredibly cool…If you had been at that specific angle of course.
The figure in the red room watched the monitors. The enemy was getting closer. Beasts of another dimension, hell bent on creating chaos and confusion. Not today…they thought as they slowly reached for the green triangle. Finally they spoke into the nearby microphone.
“This is DJ L.O.D,” then a pause for dramatic effect before adding, “Lets Play.”
The triangle was pressed.
The music surged into the night.