Repo! The Genetic Opera Club
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“Bring me Repo Man and Du will get your cure.”
Well. Such an ultimatum for such a little thing. I switched off my holo-watch and entered the room before me. I sunk to the floor in despair. Who is this Repo Man? Why is he after me?
I wrapped my arms around my knees, and examined the room around me. It looked to be an old storage room, filled with junk. In the center sat a wooden chair and some type of person-looking object sitting in it. I didn’t know what to do. Bring Rotti this out-of-control Repo Man? oder leave and go home, and never receive my cure? The answer became clear; get my cure. I studied the little mannequin and suddenly had a snap decision. I pulled off my mom’s dress and picked the veiled hat up off the floor.
Standing in my slip, (I’d left my bluse in the limo) I hastily dressed the dummy in my things. I placed it back on the chair and arranged the veil to completely disguise the front of it. Just before I had the chance to admire my handiwork, I heard heavy footsteps in the hall. Without a lot of time to think, I spied a shovel in a corner. I ran as quietly as I could to the corner. Just as I grasped it, he entered.
He came in almost cautiously, like he suspected someone was in the room. He wore a large black trench mantel with GeneCo’s logo on both sleeves Von the shoulder. He wore a black helmet. He also carried what appeared to be a doctor’s medical bag. The Repo Man crossed the room to where my bait sat. Excellent! I thought. But how do I bring him to Rotti? I looked at the shovel in my hand. I decided I’d knock him out. I crept out of my corner, wielding my shovel over my shoulder. Just as he lifted the veil I swung.
I caught the assassin behind the head, the shovel slamming into his helmet. He stumbled twice and sunk to the floor. I held the shovel at the ready. He sat back and removed his helmet. I dropped the shovel. It clattered nosily to the floor as I stared at the man before me. I knew him. He was my….father. His harsh gaze met my fearful and shocked one. He stared me down; my breathing became labored.
“Didn’t I tell Du not to go out, didn’t I?” His voice was cold, almost cruel.
“You did, Du did,” I replied, not wanting to lie and upset him.
“Didn’t I say the world was cruel, didn’t I?” My dad began to pick himself up off the floor.
“You did, Du did.” I started moving back. I didn’t know what was going to happen.
“Then tell me how this happened, what I did wrong, tell me why! Can’t we just go home, Shi, and forget this dreadful night?” he demanded. I scrambled over the floor, picking up his helmet. I held it in my hand and looked at it. I decided to ask him some of my own questions.
“Didn’t Du say that Du were different, didn’t you?” My voice shook with the accusation. But I had to know. I had a right to know.
“I am, I am.”
Angrily, I tried to get him to lie, to make it all go away. “Say Du aren’t that person, say it!”
“I am, I am.”
That was it. I couldn’t take his lies anymore! “Then tell me how to act, Dad, what to say, Dad, tell me why! All you’ve ever told me, every word, is a LIE!”
I threw his helm at his back while he collected his bag. I stormed away from him, planning on continuing to Rotti for my cure. Suddenly a hologram-projector kicked on. A scene flashed up of a person in a snowy area. As I studied the image, it became clear to me it was my godmother, Blind Mag, impaled on a fence, dead. I stared in horror at the scene then turned to my father. He stared horrorstruck, too, at the image.
“Didn’t Du say that you’d protect me, didn’t you.”
He tore his gaze away from the gruesome scene. “I tried, I tried.”
“Is that how you’d help me, is it?” I nodded at the image.
Exasperated he cried, “I tried, I tried!”
Enraged, I bent over and picked up the medical bag. I dumped its contents to the floor. “Don’t help me anymore, Dad. Du are dead, Dad, in my eyes! Someone has replaced you!” I pushed him and beat on his chest. I grasped my hair and cried, “Dad I hate you, go and die!” I turned away and strode toward the door. I heard him say to himself, “Didn’t I build a house, a home, didn’t I?” I didn’t care. The door opened Von itself, Rotti’s promise echoing in the room. “Your cure is waiting!” I threw one last dark look over my shoulder and exited the room. I heard him one last time:
“Didn’t I raise her all alone, didn’t I?!”
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I Liebe fucking Liebe repo the genetic opera.I saw when ti first came out and fell in Liebe with.Blind Mag is my favorit I Liebe her voise amd tha eneding was magicalI think that she should have been able to liveand go with Shilio and leave that bullshit behind them.
I Liebe to sind with the muvie my 7 Jahr old loves it.I Liebe the dresses and makeup and the music.I use to hate Musicals now I will whatch them no matter what.
My best friend saw it and now everytime she comes over she has to whatch it.I dont mind i Liebe the muvie to,so we upt the muvie on and get Lost in it.
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Lyrics are Von Britney Spears. Some of Du don't like her. Just look past that and at the story

“Baby can’t Du see? I’m callin’. A guy like Du should wear a warnin’. It’s dangerous. I’m fallin’.”

Yes, he really should wear a warning. Especially since Z makes him all the Mehr appealing. She slithered up to him, moving in ways she wouldn’t dare use with any other dealer. He was a special case. Her black hair, streaked with purple, framed her face. The torn rock hung inches above her knees and the fishnet stockings had gaping holes. Her green eyes blazed with desire and need....
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In the Jahr 2056 - the not so distant future - an epidemic of organ failures devastates the planet. Out of the tragedy, a savior emerges: GeneCo, a biotech company that offers organ transplants, for a price. Those who miss their payments are scheduled for repossession and hunted Von villainous Repo Men. In a world where surgery addicts are hooked on painkilling drugs and murder is sanctioned Von law, a sheltered young girl searches for the cure to her own rare disease as well as information about her family's mysterious history. After being sucked into the haunting world of GeneCo, she is unable...
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**Based on Terrance Zdunich's Kommentar on Zydrate Anatomy being a nursery rhyme

I have a blue glow

In a little glass vial

Won't Du come and

Stay for awhile?

I'll give Du a hit;

First time's free

But like any other dealer

I come with a fee.

A zap to the skin

A needle in a bug

There's an underground way

To obtain the drug.

There's a rich scalpel slut

Addicted to the knife.

But she hasn't realized,

It's shortening her life

Damn, the GeneCops are here

We've really gotta run

But Weiter time I'll bring

My Zydrate gun

(I'm probably annoying Du to death with my fanfics)
I’m in an empty alley, just randomly navigating through it with no destination in mind.

I turn corners and walk through side streets. Occasionally I’ll witness a group of Z junkies gathered in a tight-knit group, begging for a hit.

I’m tempted to go over and get a hit myself. I slowly steer myself in the direction of shouting, desperate voices.

Suddenly I hear heavy footsteps behind me. I turn and there he is. Death. In a Repo Man costume. I don’t run oder scream oder beg for my life.

I stand still, waiting for him to approach me. He reaches out and grabs my neck, forcing me to face him. He...
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She stared into the vanity before her. A woman with long, wavy, brunette hair looked back. Magdalene Defoe, oder Blind Mag, was preparing for her final konzert before "officially retiring" from GeneCo, the biotech company she had been contracted to for the past 17 years. Being GeneCo's Voice had taken its toll on the soprano. A commodity, free advertisement that Rotti Largo, GeneCo's head, flaunted about as it suited him. Suddenly enraged, the singer thumped her fist against the oak top, upsetting a few cosmetic items. Well, she was damned tired of it! Mag wanted to be freed of her cage to spend...
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