Post by Sarie on Nov 27, 2011 15:19:04 GMT -5
Is This All We Were Created For...?
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Many years ago, something new and fantastic had been created. Something that no one would ever expect the world to bring. Scientists didn't think it could be done and people couldn't believe it was done. But despite the confusion, they embraced these beautiful things that were given to the world.
These 'things' were people. People who were made with one true passion; to sing and preform. Perfect pitched voices, strong memory, and lack of musical error were among the few things that made these performers stand out. They also had gorgeous looks and personalities of their own. If you didn't know the difference, you would swear they were human.
But they aren't.
Creations of an unknown source, these singers call themselves Vocaloids. Meant to sing and preform for the world to enjoy. But they hadn't a single memory of where they are from or who created them. Simple traces of weak memories appear once in a while, but it is almost never clear.
The only thing they seem to get is small messages every little while from their creator. The only thing he calls himself is Master, and gives no detail of himself or their past. His messages are somewhat brief and confusing, and with each one is a new fear.
The first time the Vocaloids had heard from Master was nearly a year after they had been created. Already rising stars, they almost forgot that they had a creator in the first place. And after they read the message, they wish they could forget again.
The message came via their internal connection system and could only be seen by them. And internal email, if you will.
The letter read;
The letter was brief but threatening. Master demanded each and every pay the Vocaloids received for preforming
Most, out of fear, did what he said and sent all of their earning to the address Master had given them. But the few rebels who didn't were severely hurt. They had lost their ability to speak and sing as well as their feelings and personalities. Along with severe pain at night to keep them awake, they were becoming shells of their former selves. It wasn't until they started giving Master their pay that they returned to normal. And the memories of how they became were haunting and horrifying. They swore to never disobey Master again. He had the power to kill them.
Five years into the future brings us to this day. Still ragingly popular and growing around the world, the Vocaloids continue to preform. Well off only because of their fame, they still send Master all of their pay and do their best to not be haunted by his messages. But every once in a while, they get a little something encouraging them to be good.
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Many years ago, something new and fantastic had been created. Something that no one would ever expect the world to bring. Scientists didn't think it could be done and people couldn't believe it was done. But despite the confusion, they embraced these beautiful things that were given to the world.
These 'things' were people. People who were made with one true passion; to sing and preform. Perfect pitched voices, strong memory, and lack of musical error were among the few things that made these performers stand out. They also had gorgeous looks and personalities of their own. If you didn't know the difference, you would swear they were human.
But they aren't.
Creations of an unknown source, these singers call themselves Vocaloids. Meant to sing and preform for the world to enjoy. But they hadn't a single memory of where they are from or who created them. Simple traces of weak memories appear once in a while, but it is almost never clear.
The only thing they seem to get is small messages every little while from their creator. The only thing he calls himself is Master, and gives no detail of himself or their past. His messages are somewhat brief and confusing, and with each one is a new fear.
The first time the Vocaloids had heard from Master was nearly a year after they had been created. Already rising stars, they almost forgot that they had a creator in the first place. And after they read the message, they wish they could forget again.
The message came via their internal connection system and could only be seen by them. And internal email, if you will.
The letter read;
To my Creations -
Your pay is not your own. Rightfully, it is mine and has always been mine. Unless you intend to commit a crime and steal, this money must be turned over.
Mailbox 102603.
Do not think you can get away with keeping your pay. If you do submit, a consequence most dire will be given. Don't underestimate me.
Your pay is not your own. Rightfully, it is mine and has always been mine. Unless you intend to commit a crime and steal, this money must be turned over.
Mailbox 102603.
Do not think you can get away with keeping your pay. If you do submit, a consequence most dire will be given. Don't underestimate me.
-Master
[/i]The letter was brief but threatening. Master demanded each and every pay the Vocaloids received for preforming
Most, out of fear, did what he said and sent all of their earning to the address Master had given them. But the few rebels who didn't were severely hurt. They had lost their ability to speak and sing as well as their feelings and personalities. Along with severe pain at night to keep them awake, they were becoming shells of their former selves. It wasn't until they started giving Master their pay that they returned to normal. And the memories of how they became were haunting and horrifying. They swore to never disobey Master again. He had the power to kill them.
Five years into the future brings us to this day. Still ragingly popular and growing around the world, the Vocaloids continue to preform. Well off only because of their fame, they still send Master all of their pay and do their best to not be haunted by his messages. But every once in a while, they get a little something encouraging them to be good.