Songs of the Saiiban- A Poetic AAR

[Chilango2]

A Sample of Life​

We wish to be the very best
Like no one ever has
To gather these specimens will be quite the test
But it will be worth it, for science is our cause

We shall travel across the stars
Visit planets near and far
We will teach our scientists to understand
The power that’s inside

Scientific Samples!
We must gather them all
It shall be you and me, our very destiny
Science shall pull us through
If we read our instruments true
We must gather them all!
These scientific samples
A sample of life
Will set a fine example
Of the infinite possibilities
Of the multiplicity of life!

Scientific Samples!

 

[Chilango2]

Symphonies Un-numbered in an Unknown Key​

Sing!
So many songs, so many symphonies
Creating a harmony of chaos
Howling across space
Screaming past the speed of light
Breaking barriers
Of physics communication and understanding

Alien flocks flap their wings
Sing their unknown songs
And a breeze of hurricanes whisper past
Wrecking whatever they find
Creating and recreating what they pass
Destroying and building anew
As they sing with us in screeching harmony

Who can understand this song?
We know the words the tune and the harmony
But the song itself makes no sense you see
For it demands all, demands nothing
Promises survival and death in equal measure
As its screams softly
As we translate and understand the words
But do not understand the meaning

How can we build a mutual understanding
Without understanding?
How to accompany a song
When others are not even singing?
How can we fly together as a flock
When these flocks fly without wind, without wings?

And yet we must
Our songs of Survival requires both
Dissonance and harmony
And so we must become multitudes
A purposeful choir of chaos
Singing an infinite variety of melodies
Countering some, following others
Voices rising to meet the unknown song
Of the future
Whether it be death or destiny or both

Sing!

 

[Chilango2]

Cabinet Battle​

Members of our flock
Seekers of knowledge, scientists,
You could have been anywhere in the universe right now
But you have opted to fly with us
And listen to our songs
As we debate the political winds that we shall fly
In the Saiiban Confederation
The issue flying before us is nothing less
Than the entire destiny and future of our Confederation
Which way shall we turn?
By which path shall we navigate the winds before us?

First up is Scientist Claws of Honeydew
From the newly founded National Prosperity Coalition

Listen to my song, my fellow scientists
For we firmly believe our faction should be the finalist
While others claim we have lost touch with the pursuit of knowledge
We answer to them that it takes energy credits to run a college
For to escape the cold iron grip of entropy
requires that we acquire sufficient energy
After all, how are our scientists supposed to pay attention
If to even run their experiments they have to get credit extensions?

And now for the other new song that joins our chorus,
Scientist Plume of Red of the Dominance Faction
Here to sing to us of the need for, as he calls it, direct action.

Greetings my fellow scientists, heed now my song
For if we but embrace our destiny our song will last long
Is it not clear that the Saiiban are better than all alternatives?
Our brains breed to at least twice the strength of others, and that’s conservative
Look at the universe that we find ourselves flying in!
Between short sighted mammals and hungry bugs, where can I even begin?
Clearly our superiority has been scientifically proven without a doubt
I mean, honestly, are we going to allow these illogical beings to just wander about?
It is time to spread our wings, rise up and make the galaxy ours!
Let us let our destiny fly as bright as the stars!

And now finally, our venerable leader, comes Plume of Maroon
To sing for our tradition of technological progress.

My fellow scientists, listen, we are in the middle
of a novel experiment whose data and answers are a riddle
Both our data and methods are entirely uncertain
And we must be careful or we mineswell drop the curtain
Since this is an experiment we can not test or retry
furthermore we must make up our hypothesis as we fly
Come now! Into the sky my feathers ascend
But we must remember this fact even past my end
To embrace science is to embrace uncertainty and ignorance
We know that the unknown future turns to hear the echo of our song
And we know that whatever tune the rushing passing present brings we must play along
Our destiny is not a scientific fact which we can discover
But rather a constant process of becoming what we uncover

As we lay our eggs we may imagine a thousands visions
Of our hatchlings future and their potential decisions
But the future is in a constant state of revision
And so we fly into the unknown dreaming, hoping, fearing
Building a present of a thousand permutations in a constant state of engineering
Adding our voice and hope that to the future it provides a contribution

I do not know what our destiny will be
But evolution teaches us survival is a problem with more than one solution
But its constant is the death of each generation to give birth to a new generation’s revolution
Time then, for me to say goodbye
And make room for our new choir of songs, clashing, harmonizing
Making it up as we go along.

 

[Chilango2]

Songs of the Precursors III: Living Death


A whisper blows in space
Burning the very air
Suffocating our mind
Killing all that is there

The whisper screams silently
Through the forest of the past
Wandering through the trees
Gnarled and bent and broken

The trees are gone, but echo still
Burned into a nothingness so vast
That it still echoes through the air.
A living void of what has passed
Beyond thought and beyond care.

The trees bones lie here still
A layer of living death
Lying like a chill blanket
Covering up and testifying
To lives echoed across lives
To deaths burned beyond death
To the memory of a thing wished forgotten
By those who remembered

By what right do we dig up this rude earth?
By what right do we dig up this crime?
It is past justice, past history, almost past time

And yet we believe still
That to learn and remember, for good or ill
Is to touch the terrible beauty of the sublime
To forget is death, life lies in the remembering

The whisper sings softly past
Amid the echoes of these bones
continues to murmur, not yet silent
In these fossils of the past, remembering
And we listen, sing, and know
No matter the price.

 

[Chilango2]

The Gravity of our Desire I: Say My Name

What will we give to know?
To understand the fundamental rules
Of the universe we seem to inhabit?
Our search for knowledge has become
A gravitational distortion
Pulling in everything on the horizon
Towards the center, acquiring more mass as we go

Will the mass of our knowledge gather infinitely?
Will it eventually reach a tipping point?
Will it cross a threshold, transforming, through its sheer density
Into new, exotic forms of matter, if ever so briefly, before
Exploding

Into a new universe of possibility?

Our talons itch to grasp the answers
Gathering everything before us
Into a mass
A black hole, our consciousness
Sucking everything into itself
No light escapes once it enters the eye
Instead it becomes a memory of a sight
Fading or growing with time

The Gravity of our Desire
Sings out, calls our name “Saiiban”
Pulling us in
Past the point of no return
Pulling our very world apart
Until all that is left are exotic particles best described
By theoretical physicists observing it all
From a safe remove

We go to the forbidden tree of scripture
As we we supposedly did long ago
As we did again, recently, deciding
That nothing is forbidden,
And we taste of the fruit
Sweet and sour with the taste of knowledge
And as we eat, take our fill,
we find a worm, boring through it
Cutting through the sphere
Of what we knew
Leaving holes in it
Gaps in what we thought was whole
Gaps, holes, calling out
Begging us to fill them
With our very selves

The Gravity of the Situation does not escape us
To be asked to give ourselves
To lose ourself into the horizon of the unknown future
Heeding the call of our names
Pulled inexorably to the center of the mystery
Who knows if we will come out of the other side?
Light does not escape the mystery of the unknown horizon
Of our future fate
The only way out, like the worm, is through
Worm our way through the fruit, taste its knowledge
Bitter and sweet, filling ourselves
Until we explode
into …...what?
The unknown calls our name.

 

[Chilango2]

Abort, Retry, Fail I: Please Wait for the Inevitable​

Galactic Situation of the Saiiban Confederation in 2250, on the eve of First Saiiban - XT-489 Euthanization War

Sing!

Heed my song, my flock
I am Eyes of Orange
Flock leader, Lead Singer
Of Murder of Rickit
Our primary flock of starships
To which the protection of the egg of our future
is entrusted.

Hear my song!
Of war expected, war predicted
Of a war inevitable, like entropy
From the moment we first heard
The discordant metal screams
Which demanded silence
Of us, of all organic life
When we first felt the echoes
Of the nuclear winds
Which gave the XT-489 Eliminators
First flight into the void.

I come here before you all,
to hear the song of judgement
The song of the future we heard
Has come
And I have done my best to answer
Matching some notes, missing others
As is inevitable in the chaotic system of systems
Which is interstellar war
A song we have not sung before
But which it was my task to sing

Tensions between the XT-489 and the Saiiban were high from the moment of First Contact

Our enemies we not subtle
I cannot claim surprise in any respect
They let us know, from the first note
That their song would silence ours if sung in its full
And I am not ashamed of our preparations
Our proud flock of starships,
their laser claws and mass driver beaks ready
And our defensive bastions
Ready to spread their protective wings
To catch and block the razor winds of war

The theater of operations for the First Saiiban - XT-489 Euthanization War.
The first move of the XT-489 was to successfully capture the Saiiban Bastion at Vestallus shortly after war was declared.
The space station in Cador, built to defend the colony there, would be still be being upgraded by the start of hostilities.

We knew, we heard, we saw
The wind of our first war
Since we flew into the void
was blowing towards us
And I led our flock through it
Through its unknown drifts
To where we are now

And so now, heed my song
And judge what we may learn
And if I have fulfilled my duty.

 

[Chilango2]

Abort, Retry, Fail II: Run War.exe​

Let me now resume my song
And tell of the opening movements
In this, our first symphony of war

As I sang before, I knew, we all knew,
that our foes would seek
to silence our song
and leave but echoes
And so the discordant chord which arose
Came as the exact opposite of a surprise
And yet, nonetheless,
the precise moment
When came it came at last
that long awaited cry
Was shocking to us

When the XT-489 Eliminators declared war on 2249.04.18 it was not surprising, but it did catch the Saiiban by surprise

It came, when it came,
like a surprise snatch
on the nest in the night
By a well known enemy
a surprising chord progression
in the developing song
Even If not surprising
within the larger shape of the melody

As such, we were,
I confess,
at the moment when
the first notes of war rang out
not as ready as I would have hoped
Or planned for

Our primary two border systems
Vestallus and Ullus
We well defended by our defensive bastions
But our precious new colony, Foosh’ro, in Cador,
Had but recently built its defensive station
And it would not be up to its full might
When its part in the song came up
But that part of the song lies still for later

Most crucially,
our primary flock
Was at the moment
when the song of war broke out
In the middle of upgrades to our flock of ships
And a few of the planned members of the Murder
Had not yet taken flight
Furthermore
the flock was safely ensconced
in its Capital Nest
Where the cost of its flight during peace
Is less burdensome on our wings

When the XT-489 began offensive operations immediately upon declaring war, the main Saiiban fleets where still in orbit of Sabak, undergoing refit and with a few ships still being constructed

To be clear,
My aim is not to criticize our policy
Of keeping our primary fleet
in our Capital system
But simply to point out
The inevitable strategic consequences
Of this particular choice
When fighting on the defensive

It took our flock,
Time to finish its upgrades
Time to finish preparing all the birds in the Murder
Time to fly through the voids of multiple systems
Time to catch the winds of multiple hyperlanes
Time, and time, and time again

In war, time is the most precious commodity
And our foes, having chosen the offensive,
Had the temporary advantage of superiority
Having all their deadly flocks gathered to conquer our Bastions
While our flocks would take almost four years
To arrive at the scene

Stellar Cartography meant that the main fleet reinforcements from the capital had to pass through quite a few systems before arriving in the theatre of operations

As an aside,
I wish to mention that,
In these new skies,
our people,
When flying through the winds
Of an interstellar war
will again have to accustom ourselves
to a slower pace
Battle songs lasting days
and symphonies of war lasting many years
Rather than the rapidly concluding movements
When dealing with but one mere planet.

That being said,
our defensive measures
Displayed our correct foresight
Within the day of the song of war rang out
Came the flocks of the Eliminators
Seeking to blow past our defensive bastion
In border system of Vestallus

The first move by the XT-489 was to attack with its two primary offensive fleets in the Vestallus system, which had a full strength Bastion to defend it.

Their lasers and mass drivers
Screamed their song
And the Bastion fell
But in its falling,
fulfilled its purpose
For their murderous flocks
Were damaged
And after capturing our bastion
Were forced into a temporary retreat
To repair and rebuild

And so the beginning, frantic, hectic moments
of this song
Played themselves out
And it shifted into
Into a quieter theme
Of waiting
With a slower, if tense tempo,
To see if our would be exterminators
Would recover the initiative
Before our fast flying Murder
Once it finally set upon the winds
Finally arrived to plunge its beak
Into the heart of this conflict.
Ready to execute its part in the war
Its talons hungering to grasp
And taste for the first time
The winds of victory
And spread its wings with pride
Amongst the stars
But that song must await still, for the morrow.

The primary offensive fleets of the XT-489 attacking the Bastion at Vestallus. It would fall after days of fighting, but severely damage the offensive fleets of the XT-489, forcing them to pause their offensive after their initial victory.

 

[Chilango2]

Abort, Retry, Fail IV: An Uncertain War​

Let us now then, cast our eyes as we dive
Our talons ready, our beaks hungry,
Following our Murder, hurry, hurry
Fly fast, fly free, fly far!
Fly now, fly now, fly!
Fly to war and to ruin and death, death death!

Hark, on the Horizon!
Cast your eyes on the hated enemy,
Coming to finish the ruin of our colony!
But here, just in time, Murder, Murder Murder!

The arrival of the Saiiban fleet in the Theatre of Operations came at the exact right moment, when the XT-489 were again seeking to advance after recuperating from the costs of their initial offensive.

Our proud ships fly forth,
Joined by our grown companion,
Exploding across the sky like her namesake, Nova
Lasers flash, mass drivers fly.
For the first time, our fleet joins in battle
Against a flock from a different nest

The entire Saiiban fleet was present for this battle, including the stray Space Amoeba the Saiiban had adopted and called Nova.

It is only appropriate that we should meet here
It is only right that this is the first test of our new talons
Defending our new nast, our humble colony
With the collected might of our people!

The initial victory in the first clash between these fleets bought the Saiiban more time to continue to expand their fleet and gain further advantage in military strength.

The taste of victory was sweet,
Our enemy’s ships destroyed or fled
And our fleet also returned, to repair its damage
And gather more reinforcements
So that we might gather sufficient force so that
We might fly forth to recapture our stolen territory
And perhaps even make gains against the implacable foe.
And it is here that the controversy of this war unfolds.

Three more years pass, as fleets build,
Repairs are made, even more upgrades
We are not concerned: we have now the advantage
But our bastion in Crador, defending its colony,
Is still newly made, not at full strength
And then the enemy makes his return.

When the XT-489 returned to Cador, they found it undefended and were easily able to capture the system. The Saiiban fleet would arrive and recapture the system about a month later.

The outpost falls,
And the deathly machines land
Upon our new nest, nearly defenseless
And brush the defenders aside.

The defenders of Foosh’ro were quickly overwhelmed.

It was a near thing. for but a month later,
our ships arrive, brightly gleaming
Now stronger than the enemy,
And send their ships flying, broken.
But our troops transports, slow, ungainly
Are nowhere close
And poor Foosh’ro remains subjected
To the murderous rage
Of our mechanical foe.

Even after the recapture of Cador, the Saiiban had no troop transports handy to clear the enemy troops from Foosh'ro

And so we help our flock flee
Abandoning the colony
Until a later date
The greatest shame of this, our first war.

Even after the Saiiban fleet cleared the XT-469 starships, military forces remained on the planet murdering civilians, and the Saiiban had no troops handy to clear their forces. The civilians would flee in jury rigged transports shortly after, abandoning the colony.

Our fleet flies forth, furious, hungry
Having decisively defeated the fleets
Of the murderous enemy
It recaptures our border stations
And advance into the territory of the foe.

The Saiiban were able to go on the offensive and recapture their captured systems and eventually advanced slightly into territory that belonged to toe XT-489.

And so, at long last, we reach the end of my tale
And the time of my judgement
Our flock decided, once gains had been made
That further conflict
And potential for loss
Was an unacceptable risk
Although we have committed
To the elimination of our murderous neighbors
It was decided the time would be in the future
For, having recaptured our losses,
And after many years of struggle
We longed for a respite from this war.

A white peace settlement was reached. Why the XT-489 agreed, we cannot be sure. Perhaps they hoped a break in hostilities would allow them the time to recover and attempt again in the future.

And so, my brethren,
Here stands the case
We advanced, but did not achieve true victory
And the road to our small and humble advance
Was littered with risk, crisis, and tragedy
We stand stronger now, but at a cost.
So, what do you sing, does my service merit>
Or shall I lead our flocks in space no more?

At the end of the war the Saiiban recaptured all lost territory and seized and kept the Uzayglore system, deepening their defensive lines against the XT-489 and putting them in easy striking distance of some of their own colonies.

 

[Chilango2]

Abort, Retry, Fail III: After some Consideration​

After some contemplation
We have decided, as one nation
That you should eventually die
To say it’s been fun would be a lie
And so upon careful consideration you must die.

We do not reach this decision lightly
And we confess to doubting ourselves slightly
But the truth of the matter is that this must end
And so your existence is a fact that we will amend.

What we intend may offend but on this you can depend
Soon or later, on your worlds our troops shall descend
Perhaps not this war or the next, but over you we will extend
And the fact of your consciousness we will finally mend

For you see, after some consideration, we have realized
That by most and for most murder is to be despised
But by you and for you it is the opposite and is in fact advised.
Our options we have analyzed and our answer we have devised
The fact of your sentience must be promptly revised.

Sing!
Our people
have considered
the facts
The truth
of the matter
is made quite simple
All sentient beings
adjust their ecosystem
That they live in
As they evolve
Encouraging here
Killing there
And so
After some consideration
We have remembered
A fundamental truth
Quite simply
Some invasive species
Damage and kill the ecosystem
They arrive in
And must
Be eliminated.
For the good of all.

After some consideration
A harmony has emerged.

 

[Chilango2]

Second Interlude: Out into the Sky​

We spread into the endless stretching sky
On new wings flying in an endless void
Tasting new air as we learn anew to fly
Facing new changes we cannot avoid
This sky we fly in so vast a void, so finite
Its endless stars simplified into a paltry few
As we see a infinite galaxy in a new light
And ponder life’s manifold but limited avenue
It is so infinite and yet so finite, our new sky
Its winds so familiar and at once so confusing
And we change it and are changed by it as we multiply
Making the new sky take shape by the power of our choosing.
Let us then, continue to consider and choose and be changed
We already knew that the beat of a wing does not leave the wind unchanged.

Saiiban Confederation Overview 2240

Saiiban Confederation Census 2240

Saiiban Confederation Overview 2250

Saiiban Confederation Census 2250

Saiiban Confederation Overview 2260

Saiiban Confederation Overview, Continued: 2260

Saiiban Confederation Census 2260

Galactic Situation of the Saiiban Confederation: 2260

 

[Chilango2]

Normally Weird Science

From our beaks and from our claws
What are engaged in just because?
Just some normally weird science.

Scanners, spanners everywhere
Collections of data strewn with moderate care
Thing we have never seen before
Things of which we will sing forevermore
Just everyday bizarre science

An anomaly is a word for somethings off
But what does it mean when weirdness is not faroff
When in fact its found everywhere
Tossed here and there without a care
Just some more weird science.

Wander wonder at the weirdness of it all
Another bizarre scientific tale can’t be far off
Time for us to find some more normally weird science.

 

[Chilango2]

Reform​

While something has been learned
It would be a lie to say we are unconcerned
Our galaxy has been rearranged
And yet we must face and accept the change
Rebuild, Reform.

Always forward never back
While we wait for the next attack
Facing new challenges to overcome
Even while knowing we have just begun
Rearrange, Reform.

There is no other way
We cannot stay still, we cannot stay
We can only control some of the change
We can but hope to rearrange
Reform, Rebuild.

Missing what is absent still
Hoping to rebuild it until
Not replace what is forever gone
But take what was and have it redrawn
Scratch from scratch and now rebuild
Until the emptiness is filled
Reform.

 

[Chilango2]

Start Over Again​

A circular pattern
Start, middle, start
A circular pattern
Start, middle, start

A circular pattern,
Start: This egg is laid
Middle: begins to crack
Start: Back to the start

A circular pattern
Start: This is not natural
Middle: But what is natural?
Start: The universe around us laughs,
The egg of understanding cracks, but never hatches

Start: Interrupt the pattern
by observing
Existing
End: Measure the waveform: it collapses, resolves
The quantums decide where to go

End: We wish to know, to understand
How did this start, to what end?
These beings, trapped in a cycle of time
Do we have the right to observe, measure,
Break the cycle?

But by existing, do we not already do so?
To not observe, to disengage, is to die.
Life lies in the observations.

And so we observe,
Break the cycle,
To give a new start
And then, they crack the egg
And are born and die in the same
Mushroom cloud
Pushed out by us into their doom
Broken out of a cycle of life,
The remnants of their planet, still
Waiting to start anew.
Start again?

 

[Chilango2]

A Chorus is Many Voices​

Sing!
A new song,
A new voice,
A different egg
A different path

Some would sing
That this song was inevitable
That it was just a matter of time
From the moment our song
Rose into the void
And met other songs
Other voices,
Singing into the void,
Filling the silence of space
Making the galaxy
A chaotic chorus
Until their voices joined ours
To find a new harmony

Some would sing
Of the dangers
Of the alien
Of the unknown
Fearing strange voices
Singing strange songs
Believing a new harmony
An impossibility
After all,
How can one form
A chorus from voices
So discordantly dissimilar?

We sing,
Saiiban,
Into an imagined future
from a constructed past
Our voices rise up
Categorizing death and destruction and despair
And hope and happiness and harmony
We sing into space
Constructing the past
Out of the echoes of dead singers
We sing into space
Imagining a new future
Every bit of research
Unlocking dreams and nightmares
of we which we sang

We sing,
knowing that
Every song, every singer
Is a choice
Neither destiny nor doom
But development
Of the unfolding song
That is our story

We sing
Our scientific experiments
Never knowing, never certain
Where they might lead
Every theory and hypothesis
An imagined leap into the undiscovered country
Of the future

And so we choose to sing
a new chorus into being
Joined by new singers
Singing new songs
To refuse would be to refuse
an experiment, an exploration
Into what might be

Sing!

 

[Chilango2]

Revelations​

We flew upon the winds
That had brought us here
Crossing a distance
Unimaginable to the past
Across a future more strange
Than any we had sang about

A future of wonder, of terror
Of dead planets, talking plants
Of robots programmed for death
And ancient confused computers
Seeking to preserve life

And across that distance
In time, in space, in memory
We find ourselves again.

Our fleets,
mightier than any we imagined
(and yet, we are unsure of their strength)
Come to finish
The first thing they started
Building a temple of unity
Out of our new song, our new singers
And turning a song
Sung by familiar singers
those of our own flock
Who turned a different way
Into a memory

We admire the tenacity
Of our fallen, foolish brethren,
Singing their song of faith
Beyond all reason
Amidst the dark corners of the galaxy
Their song, like ours
Reaching across generations
Such that where we started
Is but an echo of here, their end.

But here, at the end,
We sing, we see
The strength of our song
The weakness of theirs
Ours has grown in wonder,
In complexity
Adapting new keys, new harmonies
New voices,
Growing, as we have grown
Into our confusing chaotic confederation

When we finally find them
Their song has not changed
And some might say
That this a strength
To preserve one song
Unchanged across generations

But we know, we have learned
All changes,
Even time itself bends
Into manifold shapes
As we progress
To stop change
Is to die
And so, at long last,
We kill them.

And resume our evolving song

 

[Chilango2]

In Flames​

Stars
Out there in the darkness
From afar look so clear
Glowing in the night
Their course seems so certain
Blazes of order
Filling the universe with light
Filling the universe with life

Stars,
Out there in the darkness
Our constant companions
Holding their course and their aim
Their orderly dance
Announcing the passage of seasons
Silently guarding the night
Silently guiding our flight.

And yet
Once out here we find
Once out here in Space
Out here in the darkness,
Nothing is clear
Nothing is the same

Out here we find
Space messy with meaning
With the wreckage of memory
Of others gone by
Out here we find
Our once clear stars burning
The certainty of knowing
Burning along with the remnants
Of others gone by

Stars,
With stories scarce to be counted
Their light shining into the darkness
Burning knowledge away
Turning what we know into flame

Stars,
Let us then
sing your uncertainty
With stuttering voices
Embracing the dark.
We fly,
out into the darkness
Fallen from Confidence
Fallen from our conviction
That answers we’ll face
Instead,
We embrace the burning uncertainty
Knowing our knowledge
Will be burned
in flames

 

[Chilango2]

Revolutions

Wherever you go, Gravity is inescapable
Near or far, its power is unmistakable
Wherever you find either planets and stars
They grab hold of things and say “let’s make it ours”
And so we swing around our various gravity wells
Moving in constant revolution splitting off like cells
Here some evolution, there a mutation, add a revolution

Into this constant dance of biology and sociology
We measure the changes and try to create a chronology
But history is in the constant state of gradual revision
Both future and past change with every decision
Add to this our proclivity to try any experiment
And any attempt to make sense is bound to cause merriment
Nevermind, progress is measured by confusion’s diffusion

Take for instance the latest unforeseen news
from our experiment in xenosociology
When we helped our gaseous friends found a new colony
Add a couple of revolutions of a gas giant to our chronology
And a political revolution marking a new ideology.

And now their colony asks
if we will help them spread their revolution
And the homeworld also asks
that we help them to their preferred solution
But we choose to refuse
For now a better experiment forms
we have a control group
And a variation on its form
And so let this revolution stew
We will observe and record
Each revolution around its star
That it survives and evolves

 

[Chilango2]

Welcome to the Jungle​

Welcome to the Jungle, where nothing is the same
Out here there are zero rules, sweetie, other than survive
One power eats another, honey, without any shame
So do whatever you need to, darling, you gotta stay alive.
You better punch fast and hit hard, lovely, if you wanna grow
And your better look scary, cutie, if stars you wanna hold
It’s pure anarchy out there, baby, no one is gonna say no
If they come to eat you, cupcake, so you gotta be big and bold
Things out there will carve you up, pumpkin, without alibi
They don’t even need it, sugar, out here they ain’t no law,
they’ll consume you alive, screaming, no one will wonder why
Your defenses better be ready, dinner, better have no flaw
Cause it’s a jungle out here, pure and simple, with but one rule
A jungle out here, kill, thrive, or die, a pure survival school.

 

[Chilango2]

Time to fly​

It was our time to go, time has gone
Remember the past, pass it by
It’s was our time to fly

Dig deep into what was, dig up what’s gone,
Remember our lives, pass them by
It was our time to die.

Learn our lives, to live is to die,
Remember yourself, pass on by
It’s your time to fly

Fly, fly away,
Into the sun, into the sky
Fly, fly away
Remember the past, remember our lives
In our time passed by.

Killed by ice or by fire,
To live is to die, we passed on by
Killed in sleep, or killed like sheep
Remember the past, pass on by,
Whether you rage or calmly accept your fate
To live is to die, you’ll pass on by.
It’s time to fly away.

Fly, fly away,
Into the fire, into the sun,
Fly, fly away
Fly into the past as you pass on by,
Time to fly away.

 

[Chilango2]

A Strange Batch of Eggs​

To fly to strange worlds and build
New nests, in new soil, in new winds
is to accept you might be killed
Or be forced by circumstance to rebuild
Is to
learn to
accept
The unexpected
The unplanned for
The unpredictable

Your nests might be crushed by a meteor shower
Or primitive species might cause you to lose power
Or you might find yourself eaten by a weird flower
Or the government might lose track of
your entire existence
And forget minor conveniences
Like <ERROR: FILE NOT FOUND>

Or you might live near a dimensional portal
I know! It sounds weird! But it’s actually normal!
It just happens to open to an entire dimension
Of mind-shattering
SCREAMS
Which we will keep open
Of course
SCREAMS
For
SCREAMS
Science.