Challenge #01581-D120: Something For Everyone
There are some entertainments that have a guaranteed audience. If you can find the cast you will have an audience. Which explains why Swan Lake is such a regular item in ballet companies and why people dress up for Tristan and Isolde when they stage Wagner's ring cycle. -- Anon Guest
The more things change, they say, the more they remain the same. In five hundred years, one thing had stayed true. Soap opera. Some were so popular that one episode ran multiple times a day, just so that the world did not stop for half an hour. Interestingly, the daily replays only succeeded in making the dramas even more popular than ever.
Such is the case with All My Daughters, a drama that has, so far, spanned an even longer air time than Coronation Street[1]. Over the passing centuries, the entirely fictional Harmony Station has expanded to impossible dimensions in order to accommodate representatives of every species[2] in Galactic Society.
Those who follow it, follow it wholly. And those who never want to follow it have to at least tolerate it because, in the end, there's no real way to escape. Rael had since learned to nod and smile as Shayde ranted about the latest episode she'd caught and why certain executive decisions were either phenomenally stupid or pure genius. There was no middle ground.
At least he got a minimum of one chocolate cake out of it per rant.
"Minty's had no bloody interest in Carob. They'd ne'er go together in real life. Why the sudden romance wi' this tosser? He's nasty."
Whoops. Time to add a salient point. "Didn't they kill off Cocoa last week?"
"Aye! It's too soon. She's still mournin' her true love 'n' all. They have'nae compressed any time as I know about. There's a signal fer that and I never miss a second," said Shayde.
"I know," said Rael. He began idly budgeting for his own, tailored world with its own edible garden of eden. No individual could ever save that much Time, but he could hope.
"They couldnae picked a worse match if they went wi' Cream fer cryin' out loud. Na I understand 'e's rich, but..."
Rael let her rambling fade into the background noise. Nik had made a Dark Chocolate Boston Rose Mud Cake. A cake so dense that things could orbit it. One thing he could say about Shayde, she had a very good gastronomic compensation table for putting up with her nonsense.
[1]: The original Terran run, of course. Which spans well over five hundred years, common time. There is some debate as to whether the Britanian Continuation counts, since it no longer portrays its place of origin, but rather a copy of Coronation Street made in New London.
[2]: But not every culture, otherwise it would be overrun with humans and therefore not suitable for minors.
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