0. Jimi & the Galactic Empire

The year is 35 billion 69, a year at the brink of the end of the universe. Spacetime threatens to rip apart, leading to the inevitable destruction of all creation and creature.

We, creation, however are not to be acquitted of our crimes, for in our search for immortality and power, accelerated nature’s doom; chiefly, the two warring tribes and their lords: the transvestite king Shu’ rHall Karon and his incestuous queen mother, the Celestial Maharani, versus the Cybernetic Priest, it who claims itself One and All.

For more than a billion years, scientists and great minds camped at the Gate, a turbulent zone, which is an ever consuming and never stable element outside the borders of the observable universe. In blind faith and religious fervour, the intellectuals and their lesser subjects cling and grope to this belief that the Divine lies on the Otherside.

But there has been no success in penetrating this cosmic ring of fire, nor trans-dimensional teleportation been of use. Many lives have been sacrificed for this frenzied cause, especially now, when time is a ticking bomb.

Nonetheless, our story, veiled, for the present, from Shu’ rHall Karon and the Cybernetic Priest; the key lies in a laboratory in a semi-abandoned moon in the outskirts of Andromeda, a moon teeming with lowlifes, dysfunctional anthropoids and scrap-metal-rejects of the great evolutionary plan.

Here resides one, referred by the inhabitants only as Leper, a fugitive genius unknown who once served, but as a double-crossing agent unto both lords, secretly plotting to usurp and conjugate the two thrones to a single high august chair; his. He was exposed and sentenced to death. But Leper escaped; not before he was tortured with radiation that so transmogrified it corrupted his flesh to the point maggots dripped and crawled from his hands and face.

Here in his filthy, ill-equipped lab, Leper discovered the answer to transcendence: the manipulation of music. But one tiny problem prevails. Music is extinct. Somehow, in the technological progress and prowess of creation’s logic and illogic, the sound of music was muddled, and is now lost.

So, consumed with the desire for revenge to overthrow the monarchies of Karon and Priest, Leper hits the archives of galactic histories to search out the time and place where this music thrived. One planet and period stood out: Earth; the mid-twentieth till the first-quarter of the twenty-first century.

Here he found the awakening to reconcile the mortal to the divine was almost realized by the legend of Jimi Hendrix, but probably, due to the infanthood of audio tech in that sphere and the excessive substances he took to paint his head, Jimi missed the mark.

Inspired, Leper invented a tesseract, a nanochip cloning Jimi’s soul, and summoned four dormant spirits from the dimensional Gate. He fused the ghosts to the chip, and I was made – part something, and part something else; and to quench his obsessive streak to rule the Galactic Empire and set up throne in heaven, I was sent back in time to accomplish the task of which Hendrix had failed.

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This is a work of fiction. Any similarities to persons and events are coincidental. Use of names of public figures, places and events are purely fictional and are not representative of them.