Bio-Elysium from Bio-Elysium by Deian Louis Francis Albert Victor Nicholas George Mountbatten 🧬(date of birth: 19th November 1965)

Words written and spoken through a vocoder by myself, Deian Louis Francis Albert Victor Nicholas George Mountbatten:
Bio-Elysium.
Did you mean carbon monoxide?
I am Deian Louis Francis
Albert Victor Nicholas
George Mountbatten.
My date of birth is
19th November 1965,
I was officially born in
Paraćin, Serbia.
My nationality is
British by naturalisation
since September 2001.
I composed and wrote
this work called
Bio-Elysium
on 7th of May 2025.

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[Sequel 4 of my sci-fi story:]
I wanted to form my own opinion about the people behind the two groups face to face, regardless of how they dressed or whether they wore any symbols which in the ancient sense of a long-gone past would be judged as politically incorrect. In the dirty streets of the Bronx, I saw four men from the mixed society group rummaging from house to house looking for useful items. I approached them with a friendly smile and waved from afar, while my two colleagues Marks and Stepho observed my actions from a safe distance. They seemed friendly and let me approach. Although they spoke Spanish, they all also spoke English. They asked if I was alone, and I answered yes, that I was a surviving astronaut and that my landing capsule had crash-landed not far from here due to a misfire in the engine, and that I had just barely managed to get out of the broken, burning landing capsule alive before it exploded and nothing was left of it. As soon as they thought I was really alone, they pointed their guns at me and ordered me to empty my pockets. One of them laughed, saliva pouring from his toothless, dirty face, trying to tell me I'd made a big mistake by trying to join them. He said in his silly French accent, "you not one of us, you not mixed society". He showed me his middle finger and said, "This is England", and laughed at me like some French peasant. Then he pointed his gun right at my chest and, grinning dirty, pulled the trigger back with his thumb. I kicked the gun out of his hands, the rifle butt ended up in his dirty face and a few more teeth flew out of his stinking French gob, and I immediately kicked him right in the balls. I kicked the guy standing right next to him as hard as I could in the ribs. And since the other two had moved further back, chatting and joking, and were smoking some South American rolled-up weed, I decided to run away as fast as I could, between the ruins and through the bushes behind the houses towards my two colleagues. I said to Marks and Stepho: well, gentlemen, for me at least the question of which of the two groups I would rather join has now been answered. Finally there was no objection. I immediately told the drone to take us the shortest route to the Nazis, and we set off. After walking extremely carefully and cautiously for a few kilometers through the perilous streets of the Bronx, we found the almost completely devoured body of one of the Nazis lying next to a smoking bonfire, and we were shocked to realize that at least one group of people, the ones from the mixed society, were cannibals. We just stared at each other in silence. The shock of this realisation was still deep and unprocessed in our bones, when we were tracked down by a larger group of those savage monsters from the mixed society. They immediately hunted us down as if we were fair game. We practically ran for our lives, the spacesuit helmet in one hand, bullets whizzing past our ears. Then suddenly machine gun fire from the direction in which we were fleeing. The same Nazi reconnaissance patrol cut down our pursuers like dry grass and within seconds none of the mixed society cannibals chase-hunting and hounding us were left alive. The space suits of course remained undamaged, but all three of us were bruised and scratched all over our faces and hands. The leader of the Nazi reconnaissance troop handed me his water bottle and casually said that we seemed to him to be in desperate need of help. I thanked him and took a sip of the cool, clean, tasty drinking water, then passed the water bottle on to Mark and Stephen. He spoke good Oxford School English and said that it would be better for us if we came with them to their settlement not far from here, where we could also be treated if one of us was injured. A little hesitant, especially because of everything we had just experienced, we went along as quietly as three little rodents, looking back over our shoulders from minute to minute as if a horde of zombies were after us. Mark just said that he hopes that they don't plan as well to roast us on a campfire and then eat us, when I heard the leader speaking German with one of his men. He said, "Die glauben tatsächlich, daß wir auch Kannibalen sind". I said in German, nein, jetzt mit Sicherheit nicht mehr, wir vertrauen Euch vollstens und sind froh nur Dank Euch überhaupt noch am Leben zu sein. The leader turned around, looked at me and said astonished, "Ach, Sie sind Deutscher?" I replied Nein, aber ich bin in Deutschland groß geworden, wo ich mehrsprachige Erziehung genossen hatte, und habe dort 30 Jahre lang gelebt. He shook my hand happily smiling, "Super, großartig!!" I added, mir fällt sprichwörtlich ein Stein vom Herzen zivilisierte Menschen wie sie und ihre Männer heut zu Tage noch auf der Erde anzutreffen. Gott sei Dank. Und vielen herzlichen Dank nochmals dafür, daß sie uns vor den Kannibalen gerettet haben. Wir stehen in ihrer Schuld. We entered the settlement through heavily guarded steel gates, where we were greeted in a friendly and respectful manner with vegetarian food and drink. Marks and Stepho were chatting with a group of our compatriots from Great Britain, when the leader offered to shake my hand a second time and said: "Willkommen in unserer Siedlung Bio-Elysium. Ich heiße Robert." Bio-Elysium, the same name as one of my synthesizer music pieces that I composed and wrote and completed most recently in early May 2025. "Yes, exactly," Robert replied, "I love that music ... What? You... you are Deian Mountbatten the greatest artist of all time?!" Yes, spot on, that's me. Herzlichen Dank, I added happily, ich heiße Deian, viele nennen mich jedoch bei meinem zweiten Vornamen Louis, weil die meisten Probleme haben meinen ersten christlichen Vornamen, Deian, richtig auszusprechen.
Later I went over to Marks and Stepho and said, don't ask me how and why, but I know that your families are alive and well, and they aren't too far away from here, they are on the British Falklands islands. "Thank God!" cried Marks and Stepho euphorically in one voice, and everybody stopped talking for a moment to look at us. "Are you sure? Definitely?" they whispered. Yes, I replied, without doubt, definitely. "We only just spoke with the other British chaps we met here, and they said that they are leaving this camp tomorrow morning going East to reach the Argentinian coast and from there by boat to the Falklands. We already said that we will join them. You should too." No, I replied, I must stay here for now. My loved ones unfortunately aren't in the Falklands. "But how come you know, tell us, please." Okay, I said, something unusual had happened at the very moment just before we were running away from that giant hall through the corridor inside the comet Omuaomua to escape the radiation.
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[To be continued.]
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• Electronic
• cosmic synthesizer music
• neo-classical
• postmodernism
• rock
• synth tech rock
• United Kingdom