"In_Soc" (Lyric Video) | MGSV ROCK OPERA | PT 1
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IN_SOC [In_Formation Society]
by Modern Hoax
"Shock & Awe" (an MGSV Virtual Rock Opera)
2024. All Rights Reserved.
Futurasound Productions
This is the last album I'll make in tribute to MGSV, though as of yet I'm planning a 'virtual album' companion piece. For now, hope you enjoy these lyric videos, Boss!
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"The thing that he was about to do was to open a diary. This was not illegal (nothing was illegal, since there were no longer any laws), but if detected it was reasonably certain that it would be punished by death...or...forced labor...
A tremor had gone through his bowels. To mark the paper was the decisive act. In small clumsy letters he wrote:
April 4th, 2024.
He sat back. A sense of complete helplessness had descended upon him. To begin with, he did not know with any certainty that this was 2024. It must be round about that date, since he was fairly sure that his age was thirty-four, and he believed that he had been born in 1989 or 1990; but it was never possible nowadays to pin down any date within a year or two.
For whom, it suddenly occurred to him to wonder, was he writing this diary? For the future, for the unborn. His mind hovered for a moment round the doubtful date on the page, and then fetched up with a bump against the Newspeak word DOUBLETHINK. For the first time the magnitude of what he had undertaken came home to him. How could you communicate with the future? It was of its nature impossible. Either the future would resemble the present, in which case it would not listen to him: or it would be different from it, and his predicament would be meaningless.
For some time he sat gazing stupidly at the paper. The telescreen had changed over to strident military music. It was curious that he seemed not merely to have lost the power of expressing himself, but even to have forgotten what it was that he had originally intended to say. For weeks past he had been making ready for this moment, and it had never crossed his mind that anything would be needed except courage. The actual writing would be easy. All he had to do was to transfer to paper the interminable restless monologue that had been running inside his head, literally for years. At this moment, however, even the monologue had dried up. Moreover his varicose ulcer had begun itching unbearably. He dared not scratch it, because if he did so it always became inflamed. The seconds were ticking by. He was conscious of nothing except the blankness of the page in front of him, the itching of the skin above his ankle, the blaring of the music, and a slight booziness caused by the gin.
Suddenly he began writing in sheer panic, only imperfectly aware of what he was setting down. His small but childish handwriting straggled up and down the page, shedding first its capital letters and finally even its full stops:
April 4th, 1984. Last night to the flicks. All war films. One very good one of a ship full of refugees being bombed somewhere in the Mediterranean. Audience much amused
by shots of a great huge fat man trying to swim away with
a helicopter after him, first you saw him wallowing along
in the water like a porpoise, then you saw him through the helicopters gunsights, then he was full of holes and the sea round him turned pink and he sank as suddenly as though the holes had let in the water, audience shouting with laughter..."
NINETEEN EIGHTY-FOUR (re-interpolated) by GEORGE ORWELL (pg. 9-11)
See also:
The 'Pink Floyd & Oz'-esque Mashup Music Video Retelling MGSV With David Bowie's 1974 Classic, 'Diamond Dogs' (https://youtu.be/Htj_8TaApCw)
The 'Venom Snake'-esque Futurasound reinterpretation of Bowie's Diamond Dogs (https://youtu.be/FVjKWonNQZU)