They Want My Soul

Honey Moon & Lotus

Music=
1. Nobody Gets Me But You
   -Spoon
2. Up All Night
   -Cannons





"Liberty of thought is the life of the soul."
-Voltaire

UFOtext=
I. Gobi Desert
The fierce blaze of the emperor sun ruled the desert. Master Lie stood before the Son of the Tiger Master.
"Where is the head of the Dragon?"
Master Lie hesitated.
"Tiger Master. The Dragon & girl are missing. A warrior tells me they buried themselves in the desert."
"But you have no bodies. Where are they? You will find them before the sun sets on your life  of dishonor. Your empty words insult me. Leave & do not return until you bring me the blood of the Dragon."
The Noble Son placed his impatient hand over the sacred Tiger Claw, waiting in its sheath of gold. Master Lie bowed. The high sun burned above the valley of death.

II. The Dark Sea
Ozymandias stood by the bonfire. Astira could hear the rhythmic breakers of the dark tide. She watched him pause in deep thought- some sort of computation in his mind. No matter, she eagerly devoured her roast fish wrapped in a subterranean seaweed- her first real meal in several months. She moaned quietly from the simple pleasure. 
"It's about 40 miles along the coast to the nearest seaport. It's been 50 millennia- I don't know what we will find other than ruins. Maybe we can build or dig up a boat."
Ozymandias paused; he had barely touched his roast fish. The man ate like a bird thought Astira. What a pity. But he was a strong one for sure.
"Ozymandias, draw us a map so we can see."
The Dragon handed a long stick of driftwood to Ozymandias. Ozymandias took the stick & drew a few simple curves in the sand.
"We are here." Ozymandias drew an X. 
"The seaport is here." He drew a small circle.
"And the spaceport?" asked the Dragon.
Ozymandias extended the coastline. The contours of the map took on the appearence of a lotus flower in the sand.
"And the lost treasure of black diamonds?" mused Astira.
"The Crescent Lake." said Ozymandias with a bizarre glitch.
He spoke in another voice, a voice with a very strange & musical accent. Then he mechanically drew a small crescent moon in the sand. Astira stared at Ozymandias- or whoever he was... 

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