[Intro: Sound Design] [SFX: cryo-pod hiss opening; steam venting; low neon hum; distant robot beeps] [Delivery: goose, heavy Italian accent, groggy, confused] Mamma mia... where am I? [SFX: metallic door slides open; city noise floods in] [Delivery: flat, robotic voice] Welcome to the future, goose. You are... not ready. [SFX: goose honk echoing in a metal corridor; single gong] [Verse 1] [Delivery: swaggering rap, out of breath, disoriented] I woke up in a pod with my sweaty kimono (kimono) Last thing I remember — swamp, toad, and a stone, no? Now the sky is purple and the trees are made of chrome [SFX: hologram glitch; neon sign buzzing] A robot asked me “Are you lost?” I said “I’m-a not-a home” [Ad-lib: confused goose honk] He said “You’ve been asleep for a hundred years.” I said “Perdante! That’s-a not-a my fault!” He said “That’s-a not-a my problem.” [SFX: robot beeps; metallic footsteps walking away] [Chorus] [Delivery: big hook, half-sung, future-funk energy, robot choir answering] Wake up, Perdante! (Perdante!) Everything you knew is gone! (Perdante!) Wake up, Perdante! (Mamma mia!) But the goose keeps marching on! (PERDANTE!) [SFX: synth swell; robot vocoder chorus; neon hum] [Verse 2] [Delivery: rapid comic rap, culture-shock montage] The dojo is a hologram, the toad is a drone [SFX: hologram flicker; drone buzz] The river is a data stream, the swamp is overgrown [SFX: data stream whoosh] I tried to buy spaghetti — they gave me printed paste [SFX: 3D printer whir] I said “That’s-a not-a pasta!” They said “Taste is a waste.” [Ad-lib: offended goose honk] A robot master bowed and said “You’re not ready, old sport.” I said “I’m-a ready!” He said “Your kimono is out of stock.” [SFX: scanner beep; error sound] [Verse 3] [Delivery: defensive, then cracking, then quiet] I’m Italian! I’m-a classic! I’m-a vintage, I’m-a prime! [SFX: neon flicker] The future said “That’s cute, goose. We don’t have time.” [Delivery: robot voice, cold] Your kung fu is analog. Your honk is obsolete. Your shadow is a program now. Your loss is... complete. [SFX: shadow boots up as a hologram; dry digital whisper] [Delivery: goose, small, close-mic] …So I’m Perdante in every century? [SFX: total silence; one drop of sweat hits the metal floor] [Bridge] [Delivery: old toad sage, crackly, distant, like a recording] The swamp is gone. The river too. But the goose... the goose remains. [SFX: old tape rewind; bamboo pipe echo] [Delivery: goose, vulnerable, then rising into a scream] Same wet kimono... same sweaty beak... same PERDANTE! [SFX: single gong; cryo-pod explodes open; robots gasp; wings flap] [Final Chorus] [Delivery: full power, goose + robots + holograms together] Wake up, Perdante! (Perdante!) Everything you knew is gone! (Perdante!) Wake up, Perdante! (Mamma mia!) But the goose keeps marching on! (PERDANTE!) [SFX: synthwave drop; robot chorus; neon surge; macaroni snapping] [Outro] [Delivery: exhausted, metallic footsteps, fading whisper] New world... same kimono... same wet feathers... [SFX: neon hum; distant robots beeping; hologram flicker] A robot on the corner said “You’re not ready, goose.” [SFX: goose honk; echo returns “…Perdante…”] Still wet. Still Perdante. Still marching. Mamma mia. [SFX: metallic door slides shut; synth fades] [End]
