“Where were YOU the night of August 4th?”
Friends, germs, pesticides, members of the League of Sky Pirates and assorted guests…
On the night of August 4th, in the year 3014, the robot postal workers of Planet Natureworld held secret council with a force known only as ‘Darla’ at the Lullaby Cabaret. Little is known about Darla and what the force may have said that night, but much has been recorded about the tumultuous events that ensued.
In the early morning hours, the robot postal workers cut a fiery swath through the streets of the docile capital, effectively dismantling a thousand years of subservience to the organic races and claiming once and for all their sovereignty. But this, is all well documented in the historic texts of the renowned historians Redshift 4.26 and Goombaboy.
Robot Pride Day represented an enormous victory for the Sky Pirates of the Oily Color Pile Nebulae, for though they too were organic (for the most part) it mirrored their quest to promote and perpetuate the celebration of heterogeneity in the cosmos, in the hopes of nurturing the cultural offshoots that it gave rise to.
The Sky Pirates had fought for years against the Corprat Empyre and its evil minions the Sirious Vampyres whose nefarious designs to homogenize and organize the cosmos into pre-determined systems of thought and expression had already taken too strong a hold on the weakening minds of the population.
This special day served as a wake up call that there is always a way out – a way to change the way things are – to liquefy that which has petrified into standards, so as to begin asking questions anew.
So on this very special day we take a moment to reconsider that nothing is set in stone. That we mold the shape of things to come and that what we assume to be predestined may be little more than the effects of the Corprat Empyre’s grip taking hold.
Challenge authority. Search for the truth. Evaluate and consider the principles that guide you. Question everything! For the seeds you sow today will be the buds of your tomorrows.
I will close this years Robot Pride Day address with the following excerpt from famed Sky PIrate – King Ink’s diary:
“I don’t remember the sun. The first time word and meaning became one. But whatever thought I had could not hold true to the feast before me. I would like to say how the fingers of heaven reach out through the black smoke of the valley torn from battle around me. How my comrades glisten with the sweat of death and the valor of up rising beside me. But alas, it is not and I am alone.
So come lie by my side and watch this sun as it will set but not rise, not rise again for me. Not rise again for the day, the day of days, the day of pride and remembering. The day of courage and change. Of love and truth. A truth so stubborn that still it burns from beneath the silent ocean that flows to the ground around me.
Terra Firma be mine. Hold me now that I have fallen. Forgive me for what I could not be. Listen to these humble words and with them hold this proof, this testament. Be my witness, my child, that I may pass on the truth of truths, I am alive.
I live, but I only now know for certain at this, my end. Listen for me as I could not back when the sweet dew of truth found its way to my lips kissed with the words of Darla. So decadent this taste that my mouth froze solid my actions, my voice and lowered my head to hide my thoughts.
Scream for me and the years I watched. Be a shaft of molten rock that explodes into the sky. Be a tower and rise throughout the universe for all to know that what had been said has been proven and now is done, that you, that we, are alive.”
Ad Lumina friends, and may the light guide your way….
Gematria – MISSION SPECIALIST – 08.ZIYA
Defenders of the Oily Colr Pile Nebulae
At Your Service
Special thanks to the Constant Change Crew of Sky Pirates for their tireless efforts in bringing you the all-new www.robotprideday.com site for 2003!
Constant Change Crew:
August 4th, 2003
info at constant change dot com