Unser Autor Simon Rucker von unterwegs-reiseblog liefert heute die Fortsetzung zu seiner komplexen und vielschichtigen Dystopie, die auf den ersten Blick an Ereignisse aus dem Geschichtsunterricht erinnern mag. Eine neue Figur betritt heute die Bühne und scheint Lichtbild und Schattengestalt zugleich zu sein. Auf seinen Schultern liegt eine schwere Last und sein Kopf ist voll mit düsteren Gedanken. Die pochenden Fragen, die unerbittlich die Schädeldecke malträtieren, werden musikalisch von unseren heutigen Gast Rauschhaus porträtiert. Sein Beat gibt den Takt der Gedankenblitze des Protagonisten wieder und entwirrt das Chaos, um uns einen Blick hinter die Kulissen dieser Szenerie zu gewähren. Spät am Abend sitzt Jacek Prym allein im weißen Sessel vor den Panoramafenstern der Präsidentensuite des Hotels Ancien Art am Grand-Place. So hat er sich das nicht vorgestellt. Er dreht das Glas Lagavulin langsam zwischen seinen Fingern hin und her. Die dunkelbraune Flüssigkeit bricht sich in den Kristallen. Tief unter ihm die Lichter der Großstadt. Er hätte sich nicht vorstellen können, wie einsam es ist, ein Präsident zu sein. Der erste Präsident. Der erste Präsident eines neugeborenen Staates. Bald Vater eines neugeborenen Kindes. Sein junges Alter ist Teil der neuen EU-Policy. Zwischen den Lichtern sieht er sein Gesicht. Es spiegelt sich in den dicken Scheiben. Wenn man genau hinschaut, bemerkt man, dass er gar nicht mehr so jung aussieht wie in den Streaming-Aufnahmen. Er selbst bemerkt es. Obwohl man in seinen eigenen Augen ja eigentlich niemals, niemals, niemals altert. Verantwortung. Ein großes Wort. Ist es das, was er nun für das alte Europa hat? 8.000 Kilometer weiter südwestlich fegt ein trockener staubiger Wind über die kahle Ebene. Dort in der Ferne sind die Reste der Wolkenkratzer von Downtown Manhattan zu sehen. Nichts, aber auch gar nichts ist übrig geblieben von den nordamerikanischen Staaten. Ihm liegen hier Informationen vor, die der Mehrheit der Menschen nicht einmal ansatzweise bekannt sind. Dennoch… Ob der völligen Auslöschung nahezu aller Menschen, Tiere und Pflanzen und sämtlicher Infrastruktur eine gezielte Aktion des Ostens vorausging oder ob sie auf einen endgültigen Kollaps der Energiesysteme zurückzuführen ist, weiß nicht einmal er zu sagen, falls das überhaupt jemand weiß. Zwar hat er seine Vermutungen, doch er würde sich hüten, damit etwas anzufangen. Gelegentlich werden aus dem nordamerikanischen Ödland Survivors geborgen, die haarsträubende Berichte abliefern. Offenbar sammeln sich überlebende Banden in Camps enormer Ausmaße. Aufklärungsdrohnen können das bestätigen. Viel Budget wird in die Missionen zur Klärung der Zustände im Ödland nicht mehr gesteckt. Es ist anderswo viel dringender nötig. Von systematischen Misshandlungen, widerwärtigen Machtsystemen und scheußlichen Mutationen ist die Rede, wenn Survivors geborgen werden. Doch das ist dieser Tage nicht Fokus seines Grübelns. Jacek Prym weiß, dass die Nordhälfte des amerikanischen Kontinents verlorenes Land ist, er hat anderes zu tun.

This hammering beat seems to be going on endlessly. A repetitive rhythm is stomping through the synapses of my brain. It’s as if the kick-drum from the boxes has eaten into my consciousness. With each beat scraps of memory flash by as if they were under a strobe light. Twitching body parts, faces full of emotions, tall box towers and colorful lights uncontrollably pave their way into my mind. The night seems to overpower everything and I cannot resist it. The throbbing headache is soon mixed with a longing for water. This unquenchable thirst, it seems like the Kalahari has moved into my throat. I try to open my eyes but can’t keep them open for long. It takes a while before these blurry silhouettes turn into a clear view. But my arms and legs do not want to obey my will. Paralyzed, I lie down staring at the ceiling. Then I start to grin and think that I’m ready to give everything again. It will soon be time for some new dancing shoes. The old devil did it again. Everyone has danced to his tune, in the truest sense of the word. The Raverend is truly one of the greatest entertainers of all time. He has contrived to connect the audience with some kind of magical glue, so that the individuals have fused into a sort of supreme collective. The spirit of this sweating and joyful being has driven each one ever further. This DJ understands how to whip up the last energy reserves from all these tired bodies. So I lie completely exhausted but filled with feelings of happiness there, while my mind is already beginning to ask for more. I need the passion, the emotions and the stories that hide behind the electronic sounds. Fortunately, there are now smartphones with voice control ... "Hey mobile, play the current deep story!" "I play deep story no. 111 the awakening by Fat Sushi "

Today we are happy to announce our further collaboration with Simon Rucker. After his island adventure has entertained us for a long time, his new project is now in the starting blocks. This time he takes us into a dark future dystopia. We will travel with him through a large and complex world that is in upheaval. A world run by a few and where those who don't ask questions are doing well. The prologue of the new episode story is musically accompanied by Thys & Taylor. They pick up the gloomy mood of the first lines and put us in the mind of Samuel with their skillful track selection. My name is Samuel and me writing you this message is the last thing I'm doing in my fading life. My name is Samuel and I am sitting up here on the slopes of the dark mountains in my cabin writing a message that may never reach you. I call it message zero, for there is nothing more to do. Night moves slowly over the ridges, plunging all the rocks and ravines around the vast alpine pasture into its murky darkness. The wild creatures will soon leave their caves and pits to haunt the few remaining ones again and again. And in the meantime I know, there is even worse. Outside in the sky, scattered birds pass by. I don't know, maybe they are already heading south - hoping to find something better there than here. A little bird doesn't have to think much. A little bird may have hope. Shimmering haze hangs over the abyss, it is gradually getting cool in here, behind the thin panes of glass overgrown with brittle moss. It is gradually getting cool in here, I have no more wood for a fire. I light a second candle with the worn gasoline lighter. And if the thing already once burns, also immediately still another cigarette. I shiver, soon I will get my coat in the other room and continue writing. Keep writing until the thin pencil falls out of my aching fingers and I sink down inside myself. If the figures of the night do not succeed sooner in tearing down my barricades in the lower two floors and drag me with their long bony arms from my writing room to do who knows what with me.

After what felt like hours waiting in the queue, it's finally my turn. I show my bracelet on which a capsule with red liquid is attached. My dad always says it looks like a miniature of his lava lamp he had in his bedroom as a child. The more I move, the more the viscous liquid in the capsule moves with me. But it doesn’t matter anyway. The only important thing is that it’s my ticket to the parallel world ahead of me. I briefly hold the capsule in a device and the door opens. In front of me is a narrow dark corridor. I feel like being whipped up by the energy of all the other people who have passed here during the last few hours. In the corridor, one can only orient oneself by a weak light, which falls from the big hall into the corridor. Oh, how I longed to be back in this sacred place. These old walls with that high gracefully shaped ceiling and the gigantic smoked glass windows that make the entire interior come alive and seemingly weightless, captivate me from the second I entered the dance hall. A joyful excitement takes control of body. The ceremony, or the "great rave", is about to begin. Just as the last participant has entered the hall, a feeling of complete peace descends upon the crowd. The weak light flickers one last time before plunging the room into darkness. The tension rises into the immeasurable, until at last a small rattling sounds cuts through the silence like a knife. All senses focus on this sound. It takes you by the hand and guides you. The feet start to move. Not only my feet, but those of thousands of people. Vibrations begin to well up from the ground. Suddenly a clapping sound abruptly ends the rattling and resonates endlessly through the cathedral, until the hi hats make their appearance together with the comeback of the rattles. The crowd begins to shake from right to left and the music gains in momentum every second. The dance steps make the ground tremble. Lightning flashes inaugur the next phase. Now begins the dull drone which will accompany us until the end of the event. Our most faithful companion through the night. More and more lightning flashes through the room and drives us on and on. Slowly you can see the outlines of the people next to you. They smile, sweat and move incessantly. Just when the eyes have gotten used to the weak light, the world around us is plunged into complete darkness again. But this darkness is not accompanied by silence. This time ecstatic cheers break out. A bright ray of light illuminates a pulpit in the middle of the room. Mist slowly clears and the initiator of the surging energy wave that floods the hall is revealed. He raises his arms and the music slowly lowers until he pulls his limbs down and the full force of the system releases the last of my endorphin reserves. The "Raverend", the high priest of the evening, has thus impressively entered the scene and taken control. Freed from all thoughts, I let myself fall and let myself be swept away by his music ... To help you to understand the introduction to our new episode story as impressively as possible, our guest AvoCado helps you to tickle your imagination with one of his atmospheric sets. Let yourself be carried away by his composition until the "Raverend" appears to you in the mind's eye. From now on there will be a new chapter every month about the world of the "big rave".

A ray of sunlight falls through the windows high above the gallery into the great hall and illuminates everything in it. It symbolizes the light and joy that our surroundings give us every day. Mother Nature is the eternal source that feeds our body and soul. So lovingly caring and impressively monumental she continues to amaze us. She infatuates our senses, inspires our minds and paints colorful swipes in an otherwise dull concrete landscape. At the same time as strong as Atlas and fragile as the happiness of a human being. A place that impressively reflects all these aspects is located in a Roman-Byzantine style building from 1860 in London, the Museum Of Natural History. In this very building, the beam of light falls into the great hall, thus majestically setting the scene for the gigantic guardian of these venerable premises. A whale-size skeleton hovers majestically over this room. The cameras flash and the scurrying ants stop for a moment to lift their heads. This drama marks the beginning of a wonderful trip through a world full of curiosities. During this adventurous journey you’ll look into the eyes of a T-Rex, be awed by the lion's manes and grasp the full size of a blue whale. This wonderful exhibition contains the essence of nature and is definitely worth the trip. If you happen to be there, we recommend the audioguide by M.D. Dom aka DomDom. He describes the highlights of this unique experience musically and drenches it in emotions while at the same time preserving a clinical accuracy in his Deep Story. So headphones on and enjoy this mesmerizing spectacle.

Our island epic has entered the home straight for some time now. It is time to give the adventure around the enchanted island and its inhabitants a worthy ending and who could be better suited for this than the chief mystic of Katermukke himself Mister Dirty Doering. With a clap of thunder, he will give the drama another boost and thus elicit the secrets from the last chapter of our long story. Fasten your seatbelts and lean back for some top-notch entertainment which may will leave you drenched in sweat and lost in thought. A big thank goes to the wonderful author of this story, which has mesmerized us for such a long time, Simon Rucker! I am number 3,121 and on the way to my place of work. Years of relentless training and highly risky top-secret missions all over the planet have made me cold and ruthless. I analyze, calculate, adjust my actions for maximum efficiency. I am efficient. All my Brothers and Sisters from Unit 3 are efficient. Being efficient is our outstanding feature. I am number 3,121 and this mission is different than any before. That's what my conditioning could feel after the first introductory words of Unit 3.100. This mission is unlike anything that our kind has done so far. I'm number 3.121 and next to me sitting in the belly of the carrier, are the other one hundred numbers of my unit. Destination: a small uninhabited island in the tropical Atlantic. Mission: not yet completely known. But I know more. My conditioning puts the puzzle pieces together one by one. June 2018. A investigation report in the newspaper. After 51 weeks, the search crew of a large aircraft found the debris of a missing passenger plane. The crash site was said to be near a small uninhabited island in the tropical Atlantic. My conditioning need not be as strong as it is to count one and one together. A few days later. The same newspaper. A less objective background report. An American yacht was reported to be anchored in a bay on the island. Parts of the aircraft wreckage had been dragged onto the shore. The searchers had found remnants of an apparent simple dwelling on the edge of the forest near the beach. In addition, several fire pits. A few days later. A catchy tabloid leaflet. My conditioning filters, evaluates, sorts the facts. I recognize more than most others. I recognize many things. The report was from a notebook of two missing tourists who allegedly had hired the yacht. Search team members were interviewed on several pages after their return to the Americas. Interviews and photographs in front of a scenic picture of a wild jungle-covered island. Strange sounds and lights were reported to have been registered shortly before departure. A bad feeling descended upon everyone and overshadowed their last hours on the island...

Today's guest Joris Belzin from Berlin has been around a lot and has already made some dance floors of the republic shake. With his experience and creativity he is the perfect artist to reach into his colorful track box for us and create the next deep story musically. He fills the imagined world of the shepherd of Kerberos with melodies and thus brings the short story of Simon Rucker to life. The hall was long. I could remember a lot. Once before I had been in there. Kneeling before the king and his family. Feigning humility. Putting on an unholy act. It had been my ceremony. My appointment as shepherd. Just now it was different. The audience was empty. At that time they had been full. Cheering people. Raging mob. Today they were empty. Only the king and his right hand were in the hall. And I, the king's shepherd. Two meter high torches illuminated the hall. The corners disappeared in the darkness. One on the left, the other on the right of the royal platform. The right hand whispered something in the royal ear. The king ordered me to rise. His words were very simple and unambiguous. For one month I have time.

Gentle and majestic, they float through their element. They are the giants of the present day, and are the wise and benign rulers of their realm. They don’t misuse their strength for their own advantage, instead they are cautious and graceful. There is nothing much which can disturb them, like a rock in the surf. An encounter with these beings from another world is breathtaking and utterly fascinating. Whales cross our oceans and when they rise from the depths, you will be amazed. Hard to believe that such gigantic creatures exist and yet they are real. What an ecstatic experience it must be to be allowed to accompany these animals a bit on their journey through the infinite blue. What would you think? What would you feel? ... what would you hear? It would probably be soothing and flowing, but at the same time strong and energizing. Just like the movements of this huge mammal through the open seas. Our guest Robosonic has mixed together the perfect music for such magical moments. There’s a powerful heartbeat throughout this set, just like the unwavering front fin movements of this giant, which will immediately bring you into the flow. So get ready for an ecstatic experience!

Unendliches Blau, immer nur unendliches Blau, oben und unten unendliches Blau… kein Wind im Segel seit einer Woche und die Mannschaft wird langsam mürrisch. Seit 4 Wochen kein Land mehr in Sicht und die Karte hat schon längst ihren Dienst quittiert. Jenseits dieses Breitengrades hat noch nie ein Schiff gekreuzt und jede Untiefe setzt neue Pinselstriche die später sehr wertvoll seien könnten. Unser Abenteuer auf der Südsee schien zum Scheitern verdammt als sich plötzlich der Wind aufmachte. Der Ozean zeigte sein anderes Gesicht und auch an Deck wurde es unvermittelt unruhig. Über uns brach die Welt zusammen und der Himmel fiel uns auf den Kopf. Wütend schmetterte uns Poseidon sein Element entgegen. Wir wehrten uns nach Leibeskräften, doch das schlechte Essen hatte davon nicht mehr viel übriggelassen. Orientierungslos erwachten wir und fanden uns mitten im Himmel wieder. Die Schönheit dieses Ortes betäubte unsere Sinne. Wir lebten ohne wirkliche Regeln ein einfaches Leben. Dennoch waren wir so glücklich wie noch nie. Ohne den bösen Zeiger im Nacken kehrte die Gemütlichkeit in unsere Herzen ein. Man schlief, wenn man müde war und aß, wenn man Hunger hatte. Gemeinschaft war das höchste Gut und wurde ausgiebig gepflegt. Mahlzeiten wurden nur in der Gegenwart von andere eingenommen und die Feste wurden ausschweifend gefeiert. Hier in der Südsee haben wir unser Glück gefunden! Heinz Gudd lädt euch mit seiner deep story dazu ein eure eigene Südsee zu finden. Egal ob bei euch gerade Flaute herrscht oder ihr durch stürmische Gefilde segelt, sein Set holt euch ab und geleitet euch mit betörenden Sirenen-Melodien ins Paradies!

Our island adventure is in its final stages now and the protagonist has finally reached the end of his journey (or at least he thinks so), never really leaving his new home. Rather his mind has set out to explore unknown things. However it’s not yet clear whether all these experiences affected him negatively or positively.  In this episode of Simon Rucker’s story you can learn what awaits at the end of the spiritual journey for the inhabitants of this so-called paradise. The musical narrative voice of today's episode comes from Solvane, who masterfully describes the tense atmosphere with his tracks and skillfully turns up the suspense. I note: ‘my penultimate day on the island: A wooden frame with artfully made torches defies the approaching darkness, illuminating the last few meters to the gap in the rock face. Behind the dancing flames, I could only see peerless darkness. The day before, I removed the scrubs that grew wildly on the tropical soil. I am ready now. Every few hours I hear the melodies of the elusive inhabitants of the mountain. Joyful excitement makes my skin chill. Will they finally come tonight? I have taken my position with a view over the mountain. High above my head shines a nearly full moon, intermittently obscured by clouds.’ I note: ‘my last day on the island: Yesterday finally the time has come and my strained patience was finally rewarded. They arrived around midnight. So here I am, writing down my last words. I suppose the yacht down there in the bay come and search me, Linea and Anthony a little easier for your technologies. Please take my message seriously. To understand my warning. I will not report much from here. It's hard for me to think straight. All I know is that I did the right thing. I did what I had to do ... ‘