[WP]It's the year 3030. You've fought your way into the semi-finals of the Intergalactic Rap Battle. You are told you will be next to take the stage.

As I reached the platform I could make out my opposition all the way on the other side of the stadium standing on his own podium. Clueless to the verbal might I was prepared to unleash he was too busy trying to appease the awaiting masses below with mocking hand gestures towards my direction. It made no difference to me. His grandiose was nothing but show-boating. An overcompensation for the skill he would lack when it came to his turn.

I stood still on my spot trying to hide my impatience. The Umpire to be revealed any moment now, the curtain still masking the table. The heat rising from below was undeniably uncomfortable and I took the opportunity to wipe my perspiring forehead.

The claxon sounded and the masses below became quiet. The curtain covering the table area raised and the Umpire was revealed. Si-On Cawell of the TeX-Aktr galaxy. One of the most prominent of all the Galactic Panel. The masses below cheered in ensemble as Si-On raised his hand in appreciation of the reception.

The golden voice transmitter appeared on a small table from below my podium and I reached forward and picked it up as the cheers slowly faded back below to a silence.

"You have 3 and a half minutes which will begin upon the first beat. Good luck", Si-On declared while gesturing directly towards me.

I raised my hand to acknowledge his command as the echoing sounds of cheers below began once again to fill the stadium. I closed my eyes for a brief moment awaiting the unmistakable sound of the audio circuit to power up and the sonic transmitters to pop. I inhaled a deep breath and opened my eyes. The pop came. It had begun.

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