Challenge #00316: Sing-along

Humans burst into song spontaneously all the time, usually started just by one humming and becoming a little quartet or a vocalist and backing choir very suddenly.

Add in various aliens, and the somewhat macabre lyrics for the beginning of Bohemian Rhapsody

The humans called him Captain Ted. It was the closest they could get to Tyd'r'kaad and, compared to the many other things they said and did, it was only mildly annoying.

He was the first galactic captain to have a mostly human crew, at the ratio of five humans to one Sognati.

The humans got stranger in large groups, so the Galactic Evaluation Committee had charged him and his crew to empirically experiment with group numbers and take notes.

And now there was this. Captain Ted dutifully recorded it, but he couldn’t fathom the significance.

A group of humans had spontaneously started singing.

“No escape from reality…”

On the next line, practically the entire sorting bay was doing it.

“Open your eyes. Look up to the skies and seeeeeeeeee…”

One, located at a noted acoustic spot, took the solo. “I’m just a poor boy.”

“Poor boy” sang the rest.

“I got no sympathy.”

“Because I’m easy come. Easy go. Little high. Little low. Anyway the wind blows, doesn’t really matter to me…”

“To me,” sang the soloist.

Up until this point, Ted had thought it was a religious observance, as they did at more festive times of their year.

Someone, somewhere, was singing music.

“Mamaaaaa,” sang the soloist. “Just killed a man.”

What?

“Put a gun against his head. Pulled my trigger. Now he’s dead.”

This made less sense than the female who was singing about being a poor boy. Obviously, the words had no relation to reality. But, he was also obligated to record the entire performance.

In all its macabre surreality.

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