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Okay, time’s up! Here’s a link to [my] Pharmocalypse’s album!
In Pharmocalypse’s debut 11-track autobiographical EP, the cycloptic beatmaster and storyteller addresses for the first time — well, before the first time, since the events in question will not occur for 30,000 years — the lonesick fate of his adopted brother, B. Asimov: the last human who will ever live — and heir to the gigantic Asimov fortune.
B. Asimov’s great-grandfather, A. Asimov, became the richest human being in the five star system when he began to realize (through a variety of strange coincidences) that his great-great-great-great-grandfather, Issac Asimov’s popular (and aptly named) Foundation series of sci-fi novels were actually future-histories.
A. Asimov traveled the five-star system — his ancestor’s series of novels in hand — to safely bet overlarge sums of money on trivial future events with various type and species of richfolk.
Generations, plagues, heroes, and intersystem wars passed before A. Asimov’s confused, hungry, and dirt-poor great-great-great-great-grandson, B. Asimov, was found alone in a sea desert by Pharmocalypse’s lifelong timetourist parents, Threak & the Tude.
Being avid timetourists, Threak & the Tude understood that the truest form of souvenir is an orphan, so they quickly adopted B. Asimov and — because of the human species’ propensity for friendship and ingenuity — brought him to be raised alongside their only true heir, Pharmocalypse. The bond between them can be likened to the bond between molecules, but should be likened to the bond between siblings.
In order to make this album, which tracks B. Asimov’s frantic flight from the corrupt ETPD (the extra-terrestrial police department, determined to be the only free species in the five star system), Pharmocalypse had to make full use of his psychoprojectional capacity to psychically and physically enter the lifespace of his brother during his future frantic flight.
30,000 years from now, B. Asimov will be the last living human, running for his life — for the life of his species — and Pharmocalypse’s singled-eyed prowess bores straight to the armageddeonic core.
