A glass ship full to the brim with choirboys and electronic processing boards glides immaculately towards the iceberg.
The captain is unwavering.
Their fate was sealed many years ago.
As the end becomes ever nearer, the voices only become more beautiful as the angels seek to call them home.
Digital data and disco mammoths await on the snow jostling for position at the rhapsody.
Aboard the ship an electronic announcement is made.
‘You will hear no words but you will feel complete and at peace’
Then a human voice, rich, but resigned,
‘Trust me my children, this is only the start’
‘Trust me my children, this is UnhipKid’.
Written by Electroboy