Children of Test Tubes
The universe is not only queerer than we suppose, but queerer than we can suppose.
We are broadcasting an intercepted transmission of trade negotiations between an Outer Space Collective of CyberCats and representatives from the planet 51-Pegasi-b, known locally as Dimidium. The broadcast also includes 'Cyber Cat's March', presumably the collective's official march.
— Hello from Outer Space Collective. We are carrying two million tons of nickel and several thousand tons of iridium, straight from the Asteroid Belt. We’re eager to know what you can offer us in exchange. — Outer Space Collective, this is Planet Control speaking. We’re interested in your metals. We have various goods and resources available for trade. Also, do you have Aluminum, Titanium, and Magnesium for constructing flying cities? We also need a substantial amount of Iron, Chromium, and Nickel for building underwater cities. — Planet Control, this is Outer Space Collective responding: Iron, Aluminum, Titanium, and Magnesium will be available on our next trip. For now, we’re interested in canned seafood for our pets, and we need a protocol for landing our sales representatives. — Outer Space Collective, this is Planet Control. Do you have any electronics available for us? — Planet Control, this is Outer Space Collective responding: No, you know the rules. We do not share our technologies, only minerals. We’re all children of test tubes, our genes compiled piece by piece, We’re all born in cat’s space-stations and our source-code is from database. We have no home, we live in space, and starship is our place We are cyber cats and our residence is milky-way and universe Cat’s planets are banned for us, but we make "poker face" We’re mining asteroids, we’re mining moon’s surface We have a fleet of freighters and sell minerals to cats They have only planets, but we have all stars and space Planets are for catus-sapience but we are next link in chain We are cyber-cats, we live in space and we have super brain We’re looking for new planets and building living place for cats We are engineers we are good at it, and we are good diplomats — Thank you, Outer Space Collective, we are waiting for your landing party ... Cyber cats..., with cyber pets..., ha-ha-ha ... — Planet Control, we heard you.
An alt-metal march for those who chose every star over a single home.
"Children of Test Tubes" is an alt-metal march for those who understood that the universe doesn't open to planetary creatures. To own the stars, you have to rebuild yourself — body, mind, and your idea of home. The stars are not for earth-worms.
Genres:
Art Rock
Classic Rock
Proto-Metal
Mood:
Exploratory
Open-Hearted
Dramatic
Themes:
Free-Spirited
Wanderlust
Nomadic
Migration
Self-Reconstruction
Body Modification
Transhumanism
Cybernetic Life
Legend
Cosmic
Sci-Fi
Sound:
Powerful
Heavy
Stop-Start Dynamics
Distorted Guitars
Guitar-Solo Driven
Electric Guitar
Groovy
Polished Production
70s Hard Rock
Art Rock
Modern Alt-Rock
Narrative Songwriting
Melodic Lead Lines
Melodic Vocals
Press Releases
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