I had a hard time coming up with the right sound for this idea of symbiosis. So, last night, I was eating some chicken fingers at Burger King for dinner (because I couldn't be arsed to cook) and I heard a sound in a song on the radio. It was a marimba and I was, like, "Shit, I should use that instrument!". Then I started making this and I wrangled it all together in time for my personal deadline today.
I brought back some lyrics from "The Prophecy" and some Tuvan throat singing, since I use the sound to represent a reaction between a chemical found in the planet's soil (I call it "hemotheonol" on the DL!) and blood. Sorry I couldn't do a distinctive singing voice for Cruz, but use your imagination, I guess.
I think this song sounds so pretty. I love it.
And the story continues.......
The crew of the U.S.S. Fabulous has already landed on the planet next to the red star. They've met Eona, who has been living a solitary life for many years, and a friendship has been made. First Officer Cruz, who has been very curious about the different environment, has analyzed the soil. She has discovered a previously unknown chemical in it and asks Eona for any insights into this finding.
CRUZ: I'm getting some interesting readings. Your soil, even here in the desert, contains a chemical I have never seen before.
TORPSULAI: Woo hoo! New chemical! You can do science supergood, Cruz!
CRUZ: Right, sir. Thank you. This chemical showed up on my scans of the red star when we were on the ship. Eona, can you tell us anything about this?
As a little girl, I learned
That it was the red god in the sky
Who watched over us all
We must give a sacrifice
Blood is spilled to feed the earth
Warriors answer this call
Once upon a time did I believe
All of this but I was so naive
How could any god ignore my plea,
But have power so great over me?
Maybe I can help you out (I hope so)
I can find some some answers to questions
You've had for a while
There's a chemical in here
That reacts with something in the blood,
Making soil so fertile
I know that this all sounds very strange
(It sounds pretty strange)
I don't expect your beliefs to change
But this might help you understand
Why your traditions exist
And why they live that way
What can I offer thee?
I'm yours devotedly
I pray he's chosen me
Fulfill the prophecy
Red god from heaven
Grant us harvests bountiful
Fruit of our sacrifice
Blood that shall anoint the ground
So that he may bless us
Crimson god, our god of death
We pray you reveal yourself
And choose among us your true heir
So, look, here's the science
Behind all the violence
An organic chemical combining with the iron
In the hemoglobin
Blood that you're supplyin'
Making nutrients to feed the crops,
On which you're dinin'
Let me give you an example
Of this thing in action
Add a drop of my blood to the dirt for a reaction
Can you see what's happenin'?
Sparks of red are risin'
See them floating in the air?
Aren't they so mesmerizin'?
I can tell there's truth in what you say
(I'd never lie, I'd never lie to you)
The Red Tribe can find a better way
If they knew the reasons why,
They wouldn't need to offer up a life
Maybe I can change their lives
Change the way that they survive
Come with me,
I'll take you to the village of the Red Tribe
TORPSULAI: Oh my god, another field trip! Isn't this fun, Cruz?
CRUZ: Sir, we live on a spaceship. Technically, it's one giant field trip.