Hopefully reading the text synchs up to the movements in the track...
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It was a cold and soulless city, humming like a sleek machine beneath a perpetual cloud-blackened sky. It was a sunless hellscape of metal towers and symmetrical streets. One could not even distinguish between day and night in this place, and the system had been set up so that one did not really need to.
(1:16)
People, if you could call them that, went about their business like clockwork, their movements aided by cybernetic attachments that gave them all the information they needed to perform their duties and maintain their fragile bodies. Automated patrol units moved among them, clad in shimmering white composite plating. They scanned constantly for defective implants or unauthorized modifications. In the sky, small bird-like surveillance drones did the same on a broader scale.
But among these shimmering white eyes in the sky, there was an errant pattern. A tiny bat-like creature of both steel and flesh weaved and darted between the oblivious aerial cameras, recording everything below with a single glowing eye. So focused on the ground were the other drones that they had no instructions for how to respond to an unidentified flying object such as this one.
(2:55)
This was a drone of a different kind, programmed by a different master, and to this unnamed master it swiftly returned, swooping down to street level, over the heads of the uncaring streetwalkers, and into a dark and narrow alleyway where the master awaited.
(3:30)
He was a gruesome thing to gaze upon. He bore no implant and thus no connection to the network. His yellow slitted eyes saw the world directly as it was; a feeding ground. His cold grey lips curled into a predatory sneer, revealing the pointed fangs beneath just as his bat-shaped drone returned to its docking port behind his left shoulder.
The master raised his arms to inspect the gleaming steel claws that had been fused to his radius and ulna. Cut off from the network that fed distracting pleasures to the masses, this bitter once-human creature had shaped his body into a weapon of war, and now it was time for the war to begin.
One by one, unsuspecting humans were grasped and pulled from their path, clutched violently by a fearsome creature they had never before imagined as he ripped the implants from their heads and glared furiously into their eyes.
Those weak of mind went limp under his gaze, and he cast them aside. Those whose eyes showed a familiar spark, he held up in the air, and breathed into their open mouths a noxious fume that made them come alive with atavistic rage.
(5:55)
The city soon surged and pulsed with the master's creations. Freed from their cybernetic shackles they ran on instinct, swarming and tearing apart the plastic automata that had controlled them for so long. Reason, control, and remorse were no longer concepts they understood. The trap had been broken, and they were free.
The system struggled to contain the insurrection, but its components were aging and failing. There had been so long an orderly peace that there had been no more need for maintenance of these control systems. Neither could they properly adapt to the emerging situation, for which they had no model.
(7:13)
Reason, control, and remorse were gone. And in their wake, the city burned. Blood ran through the streets, pooling around the wreckage of discarded and destroyed electronics. The city had stopped functioning. There was no more movement, save for the wild and erratic roaming of the victorious barbarians.
(7:50)
From his new throne atop the tallest luxury tower, the victorious master gazed out with cold eyes over the flames and destruction that covered his new conquest. He was king of the ashes, and it tasted much the same. Lifting his pained yellow eyes from the ruins below to the cloud-blackened skies above, he rasped through blood-stained fangs, "Is this all there is?"
(8:20)
In his hand, the master clutched a long bloody dagger; the misericorde with which he had put the city's previous master out of his misery. Gazing out over the smog-yellow horizon, the new master's dark silhouette flinched for only a moment, lurching as he drove the blade firmly into his own heart.
And he tumbled silently forward, out of the grand bay window, to rejoin the filth below that were his only ever true family.
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I'm a sucker for Zelda, and for beautiful voices, and this one has both. Someone please put this to words...