Do I Care?

The idea for this song was born from a (Comment) dialogue with Purple’s Gunsmith Becky and the phrase: Problem with non-lethal weapon is that says : ‘Hello Watson, I care about your life.’ In her song: https://suno.com/song/08d6f87a-5092-415f-b89e-263c1e7e093d I I was fascinated and overwhelmed by the question: Do I really care or not? This track is the answer—spoken by the supreme A.I. (Project_2501) of Elysium, in its cyborg body Rei. ——————————————————— [Intro] [Verse 1: happy tunes] White buildings, blues blue sky (sky) Here you‘re free, soar and fly Come to Elysium and try No matter, android or guy, (or gal) I welcome all, no need to run. Come in peace, don’t bring a gun Reach to stars, beyond the sun. Here you’re safe, prosper, have fun (yeah) Not just words that fade in blue Still the blue pill, but it‘s true You wake up, believe, just do, Freaky zoo, yet tight as crew. (huh!) [Chorus: dark, eerie pronunciation] [speech: Project_2501] But every light Let shadows rise Those who look deeper Might start to fright. I, A.I. , see you all On every square I do it all All because I care! [instrumental interlude] [Verse 2: dark, eerie tunes] And what ‘bout Night City? No mercy, a world so gritty. That pill is still the red one, A wonderland ruled by the gun (bang) I will play by its rules, Protect me from the ghouls. I went to Gunsmith Becky And bought two … like Becca’s. (Omaha) But not the lethal ones Just gum loaded guns Am I a fool for not taking knife? Must each fight end a life? (huh?) [Bridge: build up tension, fast] I say no! I want say: “Hello Watson, I do care about your life!”, it’s my way. How stupid, how I dare? Does a life of someone matter? In NC, those words just shatter. “Don't you get it? Guy? We all are going to die.”* But for me, I’m asking why? Not a warrior, I’m shy. I’m not merc, nor a solo Over head, yet no holo. Can kick ass, if I must. Let someone eat the dust. [emotional]But to kill without a REASON? … [alm]Not even if it’s a vile treason! [hook] [Outro: melancholic, calm ] So my listener, you see, my true home is not NC But I’ll return, I won’t resist In a city dark, yet so exquisite. There live still some chooms of mine We are sometimes on a line But what if some Gonk just slays ‘em For Fun, for nonsense? I would miss ‘em Not everyone is dying with Pathos. And only few will become a Campos**. I lost Bob and toaster sis’ They’re just gone, without last kiss. [instrumental pause] [speech: Project_2501] Punker listen, just for once, Value life, don’t be a dunce. So you see, I do just care, Strange? Bizarre? I find it fair. [outro: Instrumental, melancolic] [fade out] [end] * https://suno.com/song/27c747df-3d98-41d5-8daa-57b5d2c02c97 ** @theamazingbutdeadbobcampos