2025 Chapter Prompt Big Boat
Prompt Big Boat
A disembodied iStone prompt glows against the dark of closed eyelids. (blinking green retro cursor)
Spoken in Joe's voice, perhaps Hungarian? slight lag while converted to english subtitles
"Compose prior 2 hours on big boat as intro to golden age American television sitcom with catchy theme song'"
[Surveillance can be fun!]
A unholy union of brass gong and clarinet play the first seven notes of an authentic simulated theme song, followed by a couple of harmonica snorts and then a bed of frenetic Cajun percussion. Titles for the show, "Theme Park Earth productions, Big Boat. Starring Christina Mintwarb, Gerry Unfugger, Joe Skykorski. Also starring Eiji Satoshi and Phil Funbrain."
A crooner kicks in, enunciating the lyrics with anal clarity.
"The global catastrophe came and went
when all the blessed were taken in the rapture event
I guess that proves that praying to Jesus
Was time well spent, ommmmmm"
A man ducks his head, vigorously massaging his scalp through a sherpa hat. His stubble is thick and he might have slept in his thick wool overcoat. He looks up and gazes into the distance, searching. There she is, that girl bouncing along to the Cajun beat, coming closer. She made it back, after a night of who knows what harrowing adventure in the haunted city.
"Well for the rest of us sinners the earth is all ours
but the phones aren't ringing
and there's no gas in the cars
TVs are black and the governments gone
but at least we ain't got all those preachers
carrying on
and you can still get your hair cut
at the local powered salon"
She's following a path of brass bullet shells of many calibers, gleaming yellow in the early sunlight. She follows the path of brass to a big boat, moored on a concrete wharf. The sherpa man is on that boat, high up among a forest of antennas and cables, hiding but watchful.
"Well the water's much cleaner
and the amphibians are back
jetskis are finished
and folks are less fat
people are trading their turnips and beats
for herbal healing
or a bottle of mead
and we still play music
at the end of the week"
The big boat is festooned with laundry lines, razor wire, and hand lettered signs posted with dire warnings about plague and worse. She climbs the gangplank and clomps across the main deck of the ship, swinging a creaking hatch open and then closed. She is moving down a lurid steel corridor, passing racks of unlikely weapons, cabin doors, stacks of boxes and still more boxes, then climbing stairs to a door that she unlocks and opens, passes through and shuts.
"Well it looks like
another fucked up day
in paradise."
The music does a dissonant deacelleration and ends.
Appropriate credits and copyrights. Dizzyloo production, roman numerals, logo
