What happens when you're working for the "bad guy" and then go to a rave where your heart is blasted open in spiritual ecstasy? Well, for Jivana (who will turn into Raver J), it might involve a bit of a psychological crisis, the taking to an ancient...
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( Not part of this chapter but... (this is why I wear party glasses btw ;) )
Chapter begins now here:
Fierce blades conjured hurricane winds, funneling and dispersing fear. Helicopters had come out of nowhere.
Operatives had invaded the arena and were in strategic stations should they need to shoot. Guns pointed across the crowd, then from both the upper strata of the stadium and the armada of crafts above. Instead of fleeing, frightened ravers huddled together, embracing an uncertain future with tender affection for one another.
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Remaining in step with the beat of the last breakdown, Zephyr glared with one eye down a sniper's barrel from the craft hovering above main stage. In her peripheral vision, she kept watch on the LSDJs who, though acknowledged the intruding presence, continued to play. operatives began to repel from the craft. She knew the target, so Zephyr's shuffle stepped and twirled toward the DJs from her normal dancing place. In the blind spot of her revolving pigtails came the unexpected crash of a butt of a gun as it violently crushed down on the back of her right shoulder. Adrenaline masked the pain as she used old breakdancing skills to pop her legs upand worm and get a vengeful kick in with her offender. This was immediately met by several combat boots pressing on her back, pinning her to the stage face down. Her fall was at the feet of the DJs while guns were pointed into their lower backs. Once cuffed and secured to operative bodies, they were forcefully escorted away from the decks.
With a gun to his head, a blonde-haired DJ took the stage and was commanded by the operative, "'Play.'"
"Keep your eyes on the stage," boomed the voice of an unseen commanding officer through the main system in sync with battery-operated megaphones from helicopters.
On cue, the blond-haired DJ replacement opened his arms like a saint upon a mountain as he received the unwilling and artificial attention of the crowd, while LSDJs dangled on ropes above them in departing craft. The mixing transition of the new DJ was not smooth and even paused long enough for Zephyr to hear the question clearly, as if coming from the boot closest to her ear.
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"If we asked you to dance, would you do it?"
"First, immediately liberate all suffering beings on the planet. Then I'll think about it."
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And as Zephyr saw the glittery go-go boots of her replacements take the stage, the light of her consciousness went out, this time with a hit to the head. This is Zephyr's testimony, Zoe confessed.
"This happened at Megawatt Phoenix?" Hold on. "The party I was at?" Unbelievable.
"Most of us left, remember?"
Damn, I did not.
"Out of our base camp crew, only Zephyr stayed late," Zoe tried to remind.
Who would stop this? I was confused. Who knows this culture exists?
It's as if I heard Zoe, Zephyr's twin, communicate they know, then answering aloud perhaps the more relevant of the two questions, "this has happened before."
