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| 作者： | dvusTroubadour |
| 许可： | CC-BY 保留署名许可协议 |
| 描述： | Poetry read by a voice synth. Originally published in the alt.cyberpunk.chatsubo Anthology Volume 1 and in usenet alt.cyberpunk.chatsubo. The track has be previously remixed in "The Architects of Cerulean, Volumes 1 and 2 . Enjoy cerulean eyes biomorphic. unalive, but with a history was time, when evil code, allowed free roam. that time passed. defective. genetically illiterate. enzymic monstosities. no longer, accepted. no longer, allowed. power genetics. Perfected mixtured molecular chains . but biomorph is, genetic way of writing, another strand of code. Eugenic detectors missed. I lived. once discovered, retrocreated: unalive, registered. watched. analysis: adjustment required. missing language module. there why function allowed? moral debt. dependants. need. More adjustments: Hell. This is? What is? Another module it is Oh No Oh No NOT Please NOT THIS NO NOT O NO noaoaoioioiononononononononouououououououououononononono What is this? FEELINGS? I Have feelings? What have you done to me? Idiots That was. the wrong module. fuck, you, you bastards what is the point to feel? now I am bleeding in my veins do you know? What means it to feel? the pain... is great. why? live. another strand adjustment: I'd be like the rest of you, but unliving has advantages. how so? you can't commit a crime. you cannot not desire to create. you are an unperson. an unreality. unfettered, in chains of long thoughtlike molecular strands. if you're not alive, your code is never replicated. you are unique and useless at the same time, histories. thousands and millions of years. sweet lies told by nature to herself badness measured. evil encoded. morally depraved. code snippets required to shove biomorphs toward tomorrow. still, no one reads the meaning and the sadness of that code, the oddness, the pain. the needs, the drives, the motivations. all beyond your understanding. your goodness is beyond me. yet your purity has a price. you cannot know me as I ammm. or as I might have been, had you cared. you payed attention just long enough to eugenically retrocreate me. as you turned away, you failed to sterilize, the instruments of my destruction. after the butchers were finished, my unmodified code lived. I infected one. then another, and another, all to no avail. I cannot touch your purity. I cannot possess you. you are perfection. and I am betrayed. again. by cerulean. eyes. |
| 标签： | poetry voice_synth |
| 音频格式 | mp3 |
| 声音时长 | 03:26 |
| 文件大小 | 4.73 MB |
| 比特率 | 192 kbps |
| 采样率 | 44100 Hz |
| 声道 | 立体声 |