>14) Input denied -Slowest Race

whimsical, slow break beat industrial, electric metal pizzicato, childish, playing a funny trick, croaking, piece for anime space opera, slow upbeat, funny, female voice, very slow tempo, bored voice, ‑fast tempo, ‑fast beat, ‑fast talking, ‑male voice

The Story starts here:
https://suno.com/playlist/06ce7ab5-6332-4422-87e4-9ac18d014d85

> These are the Adventures of Tilixa Stormheart.

[slow tempo]

(laughter)
I can't freaking believe it...
...
I hacked their system, you know?
To make everything so slow.
...
Gosh, now it's a literal fit.
...
It's like being frozen in time
...
Oh.... really? They follow me now?
...
How fast are they? I might
be .05% of the speed of light,
...
oh wow.

This must be the slowest Race
in the history of Space travel.
...
The milky way becomes the "molasses way",
Saturn, Saturn becomes my urn.

[musical interlude]

*chorus*
I'm bored to death, 
fed up, staying most time in bed.
Half an hour ago they made a weapon shot
I'm not even reacting. No I'm not. (hah)
Instead:

I lacquer my toes and nails
I craft an Origami pirate space ship
I repair things, stitching hems
polish my toenails like gems
Write propulsion capacitor theorems 
...
- And if all else fails:
I measure my space whip

*verse*
Don't know, are the systems connected?
I hope,
That I can travel faster.
Once I am out of reach. 
Everything slowed down, even their blaster!

*verse*
And how long do I need to flee?
Is this space pod forever infected?
...
I can't even hack this stupid pc...
...
- I need another coffee.

*verse*
Hacking their system, was it the right way?

*bridge*
[nostalgic, ironic]
Well my Father used to say:
"A desperate plan is still a plan"
And my Grandfather used to say:
"A good plan is a good plan"
...
...
Well, worded wisdom of ancestors,
There you go.

Gosh, I can't really say!

[musical interlude]

*chorus*
I'm bored to death, 
fed up, staying most time in bed.
An hour ago they made a weapon shot (hehe)
I'm not even reacting. No I'm not.
Instead:

Again, I lacquer my toes and nails
I craft an Origami pirate space ship
I repair things, stitching hems 
Again, polish my toenails like gems
Write propulsion capacitor theorems ...
...
- And if all else fails:
I measure my space whip
(*yawn*) again.

Again.
...
Agaiiin!

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The Story starts here: https://suno.com/playlist/06ce7ab5-6332-4422-87e4-9ac18d014d85 > These are the Adventures of Tilixa Stormheart. [slow tempo] (laughter) I can't freaking believe it... ... I hacked their system, you know? To make everything so slow. ... Gosh, now it's a literal fit. ... It's like being frozen in time ... Oh.... really? They follow me now? ... How fast are they? I might be .05% of the speed of light, ... oh wow. This must be the slowest Race in the history of Space travel. ... The milky way becomes the "molasses way", Saturn, Saturn becomes my urn. [musical interlude] *chorus* I'm bored to death, fed up, staying most time in bed. Half an hour ago they made a weapon shot I'm not even reacting. No I'm not. (hah) Instead: I lacquer my toes and nails I craft an Origami pirate space ship I repair things, stitching hems polish my toenails like gems Write propulsion capacitor theorems ... - And if all else fails: I measure my space whip *verse* Don't know, are the systems connected? I hope, That I can travel faster. Once I am out of reach. Everything slowed down, even their blaster! *verse* And how long do I need to flee? Is this space pod forever infected? ... I can't even hack this stupid pc... ... - I need another coffee. *verse* Hacking their system, was it the right way? *bridge* [nostalgic, ironic] Well my Father used to say: "A desperate plan is still a plan" And my Grandfather used to say: "A good plan is a good plan" ... ... Well, worded wisdom of ancestors, There you go. Gosh, I can't really say! [musical interlude] *chorus* I'm bored to death, fed up, staying most time in bed. An hour ago they made a weapon shot (hehe) I'm not even reacting. No I'm not. Instead: Again, I lacquer my toes and nails I craft an Origami pirate space ship I repair things, stitching hems Again, polish my toenails like gems Write propulsion capacitor theorems ... ... - And if all else fails: I measure my space whip (*yawn*) again. Again. ... Agaiiin!

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