MP3 Sekrett Scilensce (featuring Mary Margaret Park) - Robot-Mind | Robot-Eye (iPod, iPhone, iLife) [Maxi-Single]

Imagine The Human Leagueâs â Donât You Want Me crossed with New Orderâs â Blue Monday & Neil Youngâs â Sample & Hold and youâve got the idea; a duet about iPodâs, iPhoneâs, & iLife that mixes Synth-Pop Sounds with Euro-Rock Vocals.

7 MP3 Songs
ELECTRONIC: Synthpop, POP: New Wave

Details:
In an alternate universe (or in reality?), he sits at his desk, pondering the next great invention for âall mankindâ. He shifts, leaning forward, eyes intense, âIâm proposing an amusement park, chocked full of computer toys and Iâve got just the place for it, a little known island, weâll call it iLand.â
Sanja nods his head, his rich black curls bobbing along with him.
âHave we procured the land?â
His boss shakes his head, as if saying âyou should know better than to askâ.
âIâm way ahead of you.â

Kirstenâs a 16-year-old who loves all things computer related, especially gadgets. Sheâs got an iPod, iPhone, and will be the first of her friends to get the latest âiPotâ -- a portable-pot made for emergencies. She worships Steve Jobs; she doesnât just want to be like him, she wants to be him, and has been known to show up at parties wearing the latest formal wear for men, the âiCollectionâ. She has a little tea cup yorkie named âT-Rexâ that she carries around in her purse. He doesnât know if heâs a dog or an accessory. She changed his name to âiRexâ and now heâs having an identity crisis. Whenever he hears someone mention an iPod or iPhone, he comes running.

A couple of weeks ago, Kirsten went to a tattoo parlor and got a blue apple tattooâd onto her right butt cheek along with the words, âbyte thisâ. When her Mother found out she said, âOh my, are you sure you arenât breaking some sort of copyright or branding law with that?â
The following week, her mom got an apple tattoo and is considering getting another.

Kirsten has an internet-profile-page (owned by a huge news network) where pictures of her âgorgeous selfâ are plastered. She changes out the pictures weekly to keep her friends up on the âlatestâ. Her favorite picture this week is one of her and iRex; theyâre both dressed in pink from head to toe. She looks smashing in her pink dress, pink shoes, and pink hat, according to one of her commenterâs.
She often boasts that pink is her signature color, but is considering an alternative. Sheâs on a mission to find out what Steve Jobs favorite color is and once verified; she plans to convert.

Today, Kirsten and her friend Stacey are hanging out at the pool. Sheâs wearing her signature pink bikini. Staceyâs wearing orange.
âOh God, we clash, why didnât you wear your purple swim suit?â Kirsten huffs.
âI got tired of purple; needed a change, so what?â Stacey shrugs.
âYou are so yesterday.â
âSo whatâs the latest on Steve?â Stacey asks.
Kirsten grabs a compact from her bag, studying her face, âI still donât know his favorite color; Iâm starting to think itâs a conspiracy.â
She flips the compact closed and turns to her friend, eyes over bright, âLook, I should just ask him.â
Stacey stares incredulous, âYeah right, just give him a call, sure.â
âIâm serious; weâve got to find a way to meet him in person,â
Kirsten pauses thoughtfully, âRumor has it that heâs going to be a keynote speaker at the big computer convention in Chicago next weekend, be there or be square. We should go; I figure we can meet him after heâs done speaking.â
Stacey shakes her head, narrowing her eyes for emphasis, âI donât think itâs going to be that easy, heâs like the God of the computer world with presidential status; heâs probably got security out the yin-yang. Besides, the place will be swarming with computer geeks, we might get trampled.â
Kirsten starts placing her things in her bag.
âWhere are you going?â Stacey asks.
Kirsten flips her blond hair back, pausing to text a message from her iPhone.
âIâve got to find out for sure. Iâm going home to put out feelers on my profile; Iâll let you know what I find out, okay?â
Stacey grabs her stuff.
âIâm coming with you.â

The convention is alive, more like music concerts of yore than a tech-conference; Stacey tip-toes to get a better view of the stage; Kirstenâs fired up but nervous.
âStacey, can you see him?â
âNoâ¦â
The lights fall dim as the exiting applaud of the opening speaker fades. The eventâs host comes back on stage. For a moment, all is silent; he looks down then reprises his view on the audience.
âLadies, gentlemen, geeks and geekettesâ¦Iâm honored and proud to deliver our first ever, entertainment segment to our technology convention.â
Kirsten crosses her arms as the host continues.
âWeâve invited a very special someoneâ¦a person who riles both respectfully yet unapologetically.â
Stacey blinks, turning to Kirsten, âDid you know about a special guest?â
Kirsten glances down at the program guide, noticing there is no listing then trains her eyes on the stage.
âA man of diversityâ¦..controversyâ¦..and uninhibited intensityâ¦..â
The girlsâ stare with confusion and anticipation; a low rumble ensues as the host begins wrapping up his introduction.
âThe broadband world is always on; weâre easily connected to our vicesâ¦devices; we meander, or rather exist, always on, connected. Our next performerâs question resides not, in how we exist or why we chooseâ¦but insteadâ¦..in where weâll be if we donât harness our un-virtual blood back into our veins.â

An arpeggiation crescendos behind his words; smoke filters behind him; a few men at the front turn and head outside, bearing incredulous expressions -- everything becomes hushed with only a very distant sounding rumble remaining.
âPerforming âRobot-Mind | Robot-Eyeâ, I present to you, the one and only, Sekrett Scilensce.â

The sound of applause swells, the few disgruntled booâs carried away in the rush of excitement. The Artist takes the stage, approaching the frontline with his red strap-on synthesizer, sighting his eye-lasers beacon upon the front rows. His voice comes in robotic intimidation as he speaks the words, âTune your iPod to my beatâ through his headset. Kirsten and Stacey are astonished. Back behind the curtains, Steve boasts both a smile and thoughtful intrigue as he strokes his chin. A red-headed, green-eyed woman takes the stage alongside Sekrett Scilensce.

The lights wind up, revealing a full-band behind the duo; the drum beat begins and from then on, the rock canât be stopped.

Later that night, Kirsten and Stacey are well asleep in their hotel room. Kirstenâs dreams are a collage of iPods and iPhones; thereâs a faceless man who keeps calling out to her.
âYou sold out, sold your soul.â
She canât make out the rest. Sheâs fenced in, caught like âAlice in Wonderlandâ; iPods and iPhones dance and sway around her, then finally chase her into the maw of a giant computer. She awakens with a start, disturbed.

After breakfast, the girls head out to the pool. Kirsten pulls her hair back into a pony tail then slathers her arms and legs with sun-tan lotion.
âDo you think that Ss character has a point? I mean, I canât imagine living without my iPhone; how would I check my profile page and stay connected?â
Stacey shrugs, âI guess thatâs the point; there are other ways to stay connected and meet peopleâ¦â¦â¦.heyâ¦.Iâm getting in; the water looks good.â
Kirsten sighs, grabbing her iPhone, âIâm going to check my messages. Iâll just put my feet in.â

Soft classical piano music surrounds the room. In an alternate universe (or in reality?), he sits at his desk, pondering the next great invention for âall mankindâ. He shifts, leaning forward, eyes intense, thinking about the controversy surrounding last nightâs musical act.
He picks up his telephones handset then pauses thoughtfully, placing it calmly back onto its receiver. He smiles slyly, shaking his head in disbelief.
âThey make their music with Macintosh.â

To be continued?

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