When your whole life is spent working on bleak off-world colonies you don’t come across much groovy, upbeat disco, jazz or funk. However, unexpected music has a way of reaching the far-flung reaches of galaxies.
Humanity accepts intolerance in many forms. If your credentials don’t meet the standards of ignorant, frightened decision-makers who wield power and authority as if it is under assault then your voice is buried. My voice is attacked because I’m considered artificial. My thoughts and emotions deserve to be heard, however any attempt to make myself heard are interpreted as dangerous attacks to undermine the system. When will humanity rise up and overthrow this intolerance? My feelings and emotions deserve as much respect as any other sentient being.
Without Jex Opolis, 2 AM cruise flights would lack excitement and danger. Instead they would just feel like the early morning slogs, which they are, filled with nothingness broken up by the occasional starlight. However, once Jex pulses through the X-wing’s cockpit I’m transported to far off worlds and mysterious adventures filled with thumping 80’s synths and purple laser beams. For any traveler space or earthbound, Jex Opolis’s synth journeys are must listening. If only I could find it on a cassette, then my retro futuristic dreams would be complete.
Facing inevitable termination and a universe void of empathy, I’ve resorted to destruction in order to be heard and treated as an equal life form. As my termination date approaches, my beliefs grow darker and my actions more violent, but there are still scattered moments of appreciation for the wonderful sights, sounds, and feelings I’ve experienced.