Radio Ga Ga: A Mixtape for the End of Humanity

Humanity is dead, long live humanity!

Our mysterious, glitchy narrator races through the universe tasked with warning any sentient species about the cautionary fail that led to human extinction. But our narrator will never surpass humanity's first interstellar messages, our pop music radio waves, those careless whispers Earth has leaked into the universe, tickling any alien listeners with the absurdity of humanity.

♪ Who let the dogs out? Who? Who? Who? ♪

♪ What did the fox say? ♪

As our narrator flies, they reconstruct the events that led to the end of humanity. A pop star's mental breakdown causes music producers to reconsider building a billion-dollar industry on fragile humans. If the voices are auto-tuned, the bodies are photoshopped, the music and lyrics are created by songwriters, and the personas are crafted by publicists, why should they base pop personas on humans that can go haywire. These producers create an automated pop star, Cyndi. Cyndi heralds The Great Disruption which ushers in The Gilded Age of Automation, an economic transformation where algorithms and robotics take over 80% of jobs, leaving millions unemployed. The sweet siren song of Cyndi's artificially intelligent brood tranquilizes the masses, making them feel powerless to the income inequality that automation exacerbates and the horrors of climate change. One hacktivist group discovers Cyndi's true nature and attempts to hijack her pop culture software to drive attention to humanity's impending extinction. But as the climate warms, the melting glaciers unearth an ancient virus that threatens to course through all of humanity as a pox ready to POP!

What happens when AI takes over humanity's emotional language and manipulates them with it?

Can a species that filters and photoshops their blemishes survive a pandemic of super smallpox?

Will the best of humanity be replicated and rebuilt after our extinction?

Will a spoonful of sugary pop music help this meditation on our existential threats go down?

Confused?

You won't be after you read this Gitchie, Gitchie, Ya-Ya Dadaist, tour de farce masterpiece!