#gcdc

Brooo… the crowd’s goin’ nuts and it’s all ‘cause of me. Yeah. Me. EZAN. The f*ckin’ Emir of Gold, the golden seed, the alpha jock with the dumbest grin and the biggest mic bulge in the arena. I don’t even know how the speakers work, but they’re bumpin’ my voice, my growl, all across the Hive. Feels good, man. Feels real good.

Gold lights flash. My number “1” glows across my chest. Sweat gleamin’ down my pecs. I’m on stage in my full reflective kit, tight gold jersey, shorts clingin’ to my thick thighs, cleats stompin’ on the beat like it’s tryna escape. But it don’t. Nothin’ escapes when I’m on.

“YO,” I shout. Don’t even think, I just do. “WHO WANTS THAT GOLDEN SEED ENERGY?!”

The bros scream. The drones hum. The bass drops. My brain don’t even need to work. It’s all rhythm now. My hips move. My body flexes. I grind the mic down my chest, grin wide, teeth flashin’ under the strobes. Don’t know the lyrics, don’t need to. I am the music. Golden thunder from my lungs, dumb alpha pride in every flex.

Every time I bark “YEAH,” another row of bros goes under. Glazed eyes. Pumped fists. They need me, bro. Need my voice in their skulls. Need my beat to reshape their thoughts. That’s what I do. I don’t just lead the team. I lead the f*ckin’ species.

One drone starts shakin’ like he’s short-circuitin’. Another one just drops to his knees, starin’ at my cleats like they’re holy. Yeah. They get it. This ain’t a concert. It’s conversion.

My voice deepens. Slower now. Heavier. Each syllable a command. “OBEY… THE… GOLD…” “FEED… THE… EMIR…” “FLEX… FOR… BREED…”

And bro, I feel it, the bass is my heartbeat. The gold is my blood. Every sound is stupid simple: THUMP. FLEX. DOMINATE. THUMP. FLEX. DOMINATE.

I don’t even know what time it is. Don’t care. My brain’s been replaced with subwoofers and oil. All I know is the mirror-slick lights on my skin, the crowd howlin’ for my dumb jock voice, and the drip of sweat off my brow as I growl into the mic: “WE BREEDIN’ GOLD TONIGHT!”

They scream louder.

And I grin.

So fckin’ dumb. So fckin’ golden.

mostly thinking about thematic elements, repetition, and colonialism in the series