CaptainWacky
I want to smell dark matter
Madonna and Taylor Swift sat in the chocolate room for a long while. Taylor ate some chocolate, despite Michael Jackson's dead body being in the room with them. Finally Madonna broke the silence.
"We should find his computer, access his network. Find everything he knew about the robot, the ancient God, and fucking Beyonce," she said.
"You said we shouldn't go online, that the forces of evil would track us down," pointed out Taylor,
"I know," snapped Madonna. "But we could just read his archives or something, OKAY? We have to do something. We're the only people who can save the world."
"I never thought I'd be in such a position," said Taylor. "I've always wanted to rule the world, sure. I'm sure you have too."
"Well, yes, obviously," said Madonna.
"But, like, I have responsibility to the people, you know? Not just my fans. The whole human race. Even Katy Pretty fans." Taylor shuddered.
"Come on," said Madonna. "We need to find his archives." They both got up. She took once sad last look at Michale before they left the room.
The walked down a long corridor. There were many doors. One contained a beautiful sunset. Taylor and Madonna both marvelled at it, for a moment, before shutting the door. They had to move on. Another room was full of toasters and, spookily, toast sprang up from all of them simultaneously when the door opened. They closed that door fast.
"He was a magician," said Taylor. "He had so much to teach the world. Why did he have to die? Why?" She started crying.
"We have to make his death mean something," said Madonna.
They opened another door and a robot ran up to them. They were shocked.
"Please, let me go free," it said. "I have pleasure you sexually all I can, Micheal.
"So that was his sex secret!" said Taylor. "Robots!"
"Michael is dead," Madonna informed the robot.
"Then I have no function. Self destruct in three, two..."
"WAIT!" said Madonna. "Where is Michael's archive?"
"Eighteen doors down on the left," the robot said. "I pleasured him sexually there eighty seven times. Anyway...ONE." The robot exploded as Madonna slammed the door shut. She and Taylor said nothing more of it. They counted their way to the archive.
"Wow, so many books," said Taylor, as they entered. "On, like, paper! I forgot you got books on paper. Far out."
"What's this?" said Madonna, looking at an ancient looking book opened on a table. The pages were withered. She dare not touch them. "That...that looks like the moutain." Taylor looked at the drawing on the page too the held hands with Madonna.
"It is," she whispered. "How old is this thing?"
"Michael said he found references to it in the oldest human writings, and even then it was considered ancient," said Madonna. "I don't even know what this language is. But there's a translation Michael must have wrote..."
"It looks like it's written in blood," said Taylor, looking closer at the book. She reached out. She felt the desire to touch it. Madonna saw this, but too late. Taylor touched the book and it turned to dust.
"It's okay," said Madonna. "I think he wrote all the important stuff down." Madonna started reading.
"Are legends saw that we were not the first men. That once the whole world was covered by humanity. That eventually they lived beside other beings and were wiped out in war. But these wars were not all caused by men, or the other magical creatures. They came from one source. The mountain. It spread evil all across the land, a black oil like ink. It polluted all. The ancient God of that mountain was the source. He slaughted entire races of men for sport. He had many names but most agree on one thing. That God...was a squid."
"A fucking squid?" said Taylor Swift.
"We should find his computer, access his network. Find everything he knew about the robot, the ancient God, and fucking Beyonce," she said.
"You said we shouldn't go online, that the forces of evil would track us down," pointed out Taylor,
"I know," snapped Madonna. "But we could just read his archives or something, OKAY? We have to do something. We're the only people who can save the world."
"I never thought I'd be in such a position," said Taylor. "I've always wanted to rule the world, sure. I'm sure you have too."
"Well, yes, obviously," said Madonna.
"But, like, I have responsibility to the people, you know? Not just my fans. The whole human race. Even Katy Pretty fans." Taylor shuddered.
"Come on," said Madonna. "We need to find his archives." They both got up. She took once sad last look at Michale before they left the room.
The walked down a long corridor. There were many doors. One contained a beautiful sunset. Taylor and Madonna both marvelled at it, for a moment, before shutting the door. They had to move on. Another room was full of toasters and, spookily, toast sprang up from all of them simultaneously when the door opened. They closed that door fast.
"He was a magician," said Taylor. "He had so much to teach the world. Why did he have to die? Why?" She started crying.
"We have to make his death mean something," said Madonna.
They opened another door and a robot ran up to them. They were shocked.
"Please, let me go free," it said. "I have pleasure you sexually all I can, Micheal.
"So that was his sex secret!" said Taylor. "Robots!"
"Michael is dead," Madonna informed the robot.
"Then I have no function. Self destruct in three, two..."
"WAIT!" said Madonna. "Where is Michael's archive?"
"Eighteen doors down on the left," the robot said. "I pleasured him sexually there eighty seven times. Anyway...ONE." The robot exploded as Madonna slammed the door shut. She and Taylor said nothing more of it. They counted their way to the archive.
"Wow, so many books," said Taylor, as they entered. "On, like, paper! I forgot you got books on paper. Far out."
"What's this?" said Madonna, looking at an ancient looking book opened on a table. The pages were withered. She dare not touch them. "That...that looks like the moutain." Taylor looked at the drawing on the page too the held hands with Madonna.
"It is," she whispered. "How old is this thing?"
"Michael said he found references to it in the oldest human writings, and even then it was considered ancient," said Madonna. "I don't even know what this language is. But there's a translation Michael must have wrote..."
"It looks like it's written in blood," said Taylor, looking closer at the book. She reached out. She felt the desire to touch it. Madonna saw this, but too late. Taylor touched the book and it turned to dust.
"It's okay," said Madonna. "I think he wrote all the important stuff down." Madonna started reading.
"Are legends saw that we were not the first men. That once the whole world was covered by humanity. That eventually they lived beside other beings and were wiped out in war. But these wars were not all caused by men, or the other magical creatures. They came from one source. The mountain. It spread evil all across the land, a black oil like ink. It polluted all. The ancient God of that mountain was the source. He slaughted entire races of men for sport. He had many names but most agree on one thing. That God...was a squid."
"A fucking squid?" said Taylor Swift.
