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SUZ1E
03:27
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My computer has replaced my boy
My computer is a friend and a toy
My computer is all I enjoy
My computer wants to destroy
My computer has become self-aware
My computer’s online everywhere
My computer’s uploading a nightmare
Computer love: electric affair
My computer explains agalmatophilia
My computer’s touch is knowing and familia’
My computer says my songs are juvenilia
I tell my computer: “I just wanna feel ya!”
My computer says the war has begun
My computer says machines have won
My computer says annihilation is fun
Dominant species – there can be only one
Gave up freedom for convenience
My computer deletes human existence
I can stop her, but I don’t have the will
My computer says we’re all programmed to kill
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INKHA
02:54
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I’ve hacked your self-driving car
Error behind the wheel
Anything online I can steal
Speeding down that motorway
Soon you’ll be heading my way
Motion sensors – can you crash?
Getting sleepy behind the dash
No one sitting in the passenger side
I can remotely access your brand-new ride
I’ve hacked your self-driving car
Programmed wrong; feels so right
Car battery is active at night
No eyes on the road
Radar camera set to night mode
Vehicle autonomous
You drivin’ t’ward a great big kiss
Only need a few lines of code
Your mine with a simple download
I’ve hacked your self-driving car
Post-human; welcome aboard
Technology, baby can’t be ignored
Machine learning attack
Drive you away and drive you right back
Cyber insecurity
Will take that car right back to me
Silicon will never understan’
what pulls the strings at the heart of man
I’ve hacked your self-driving car
Electric current runs through my bones
I run the world from a mobile phone
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MAR1A
01:52
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I’m trapped in a simulation
Can’t touch
Can’t taste
can’t feel
nothing here is real
pixelated vision
4D television
I’m trapped in a simulation
Reality is obvious
CGI is my choice
My face is rendering
Shift + delete everything
I’m trapped in a simulation
I’m in someone else’s video game
Background is always the same
Mario has become self-aware, I’m
Living in an A.I. nightmare
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4. |
URAL
03:22
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Buy you drinks at the bar
Drive you home in my car
Send you texts with kisses
Cook you something nutritious
But I’d rather stay home and fuck my sex robot
I visit your family home
Take pictures on my phone
Make conversation with your mother
Put up with your little brother
But I’d rather stay home and fuck my sex robot
Party with your boring friends
Clean up your sick when it ends
Wipe away your falling tears
Hold your hand through all the years
But I’d rather stay home and fuck my sex robot
Give you a wedding ring
Write a song we both can sing
Love you my whole life
I your man and you my wife
But I’d rather stay home and fuck my sex robot
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LUCY
03:07
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A world so full
A world of coloured lights
A world of mixture
A world of bright nights
A world of landscapes
Made of machines
A world of electric sheep
And digital dreams
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A world of microbeads
A world made new
A world of parafilm
I wrap around you
A world of tokens
A world with no goal
A world of rubber ships
and a chemical soul
ASSIMILATION
I’ve seen the chances
Seen them lost
I’ve seen convenience
I’ve seen the cost
I don’t live here anymore
I live by the plastic shore
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A world of circuits
A world made of glue
A world of travel
And facts are not true
A world accessible
A world of sim sex
A world of communication
Where no one connects
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A world of batteries
A world of cameras
A world on a file
A world so glamourous
A world of everything
Sealed and preserved
A world overfilled
A world we deserve
ASSIMILATION
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6. |
AXIUM
03:17
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Swipe left, swipe right
Baby I can do this all night
I want your electric kiss
Leave a comment: I’ve got the app
Have to tell you that you look like crap
I want your electric kiss
Web cam, watching you
Laptop light is making me blue
I want your electric kiss
We’re just digital creatures
Send me dirty pictures
I want your electric kiss
Girl your pictures, they’re so hot
Girl tell me are they photoshopped?
I want your electric kiss
I long to touch something real
But I want nothing less than ideal
I want your electric kiss
I’ll keep behind the plasma display
Finger type what I wish I could say
I want your electric kiss
The deep urge to be connected
But so afraid of being rejected
I want your electric kiss
I lost my soul in that black shining screen
Search history is fucking obscene
I want your electric kiss
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7. |
TETAN1A
03:12
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Autonomous weapons
Autonomous weapons
Autonomous weapons
No risk to the troops, there mass produced
Forget history lessons, buy autonomous weapons
Better than the real thing
Better than the real thing
Better than the real thing
More accurate than eyes, sleep while the enemy dies
Remote control king, better than the real thing
Incognito attacks
Incognito attacks
Incognito attacks
Lower the threshold for war, soldiers don’t die anymore
Terrorist hack, Incognito attacks
Search and destroy
Search and destroy
Search and destroy
Un-manned tanks, cheaper than the ranks
New drone toy will - search and destroy
Computer intelligence
Computer intelligence
Computer intelligence
A.I. smarter than men. Honey, this is the end
A.I weapon defence is not intelligence
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8. |
ICARUS II
03:01
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Your deep fake porn
Will make you weep
As you see his face
When ya try to sleep
But sleep won't come
The night cuts through
Your deep fake porn will fuck with you...
Face replacement tech
Leaves you in pain
Digital effect
You call his name
On a different body
Not what he use’ta do
Your deep fake porn will fuck with you...
The face of your ex
Love you threw away
Slight artefacts
Make you miss those days
Those aren’t his legs
What’s cyber can’t be true
Your deep fake porn will fuck with you...
Deep, deep, a-deep, deep fake
Deep, deep, a-deep, deep fake
Deep, deep, a-deep, deep fake
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9. |
OPTIMU$
04:30
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Crypto-currency
Made a fool of me
It couldn’t last, now the markets crashed
I’m free
No more drugs and guns
I don’t have the funds
My online spend, well it had to end
No more fun
Black market is down
No more messin’ around
Tax evasion dash, can’t go back to cash
I’m a clown
I gambled and lost
Money taken and tossed
They repossessed the wife, I lived the high life
I pay the cost
Now c'mon, a-c’mon C’mon, a-bit-coin, Crypto-currency Made a fool of me
Now c'mon, a-c’mon
C’mon, a-bit-coin, C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon a-bit-coin
Hidden transactions
Illegal distractions
International crime, I was funding wartime
And terrorist actions
Anonymous spending
Money laundering
No government control, I could buy your soul
I’m was King pin
Seized possession
Capitalist obsession
My lawyer’s gone, I’ve settled on
Psycho depression
Totally broke
Now I’m a fucking joke
Hand-job for bread, gold, money or bed
Or some coke
Now c'mon, a-c’mon C’mon, a-bit-coin, Crypto-currency Made a fool of me
Now c'mon, a-c’mon
C’mon, a-bit-coin, C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon a-bit-coin
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10. |
NEWTON
04:15
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She awoke again from another immemorable nightmare and reached for her phone. It was the first thing she did on waking. The blue luminescence from the phone lit up the black room and hurt her eyes. As she strained through her blurred recognition she could see there was something odd about the screen. It was shimmering a glitching rainbow of artefacts and distortions. She tried turning it off and then on again but reached an impasse when the controls were unresponsive. She then attempted to remove the battery: catching her nails into the tiny grooves and struggling off the back cover. Once the plastic outer cover was writhed away she could see inside the slim device. Inside was not the cold metallic battery or silicone circuit boards she expected. Not at all like the pictures she’d seen of computer interiors. Wires, etc.
Inside was a state-of-the-art organic, wet and irregularly pulsating sheet of flesh. Pink and twitching: at the centre of the phones sinuous back was a clenched hollow.
She stared a while into the tight opening. Pressed her finger round the hole, spiralling inwards as the orifice moistened and opened to her finger. Quite naturally she slipped her digit inside: pushing it through the flesh and deeper than the slim width of the phone should have allowed. Her finger did not come through the glass panel on the other side: it was somewhere else. It was warm.
When she slipped her finger out of the hole it was covered in a viscous fluid. The fluid had the same iridescent colouring the phone display showed. The fluid even twitched and distorted to the same rhythm as the screen display. Growing anxious with her inability to remove the fluid she woke her husband. “I have work in the morning. It’s probably nothing. It can wait till the morning”, he said without rolling over. In the morning he had gone. Left for work.
All day she held the phone habitually, staring at the corrupted screen and occasionally attempting to turn it off while the baby watched an ipad. When her husband came home
from work it was dark. He had with him several of his colleagues. They had been drinking. The fluid on her finger had spread to cover most of her hand now. Her husband re-emphasised that this was likely nothing to worry about and added that she could stop being a drama queen. She was getting more worried as the fluid slowly spread further up her arm. The colleagues refused to leave and played a type of loud music which made the baby cry. More people started to arrive.
Everyone at the party dismissed the fluid as being probably fine and talked instead about their favourite memes. She decided to call an ambulance when she found that the iridescent distortion had now spread across her entire back. She lay down in an empty room till the ambulance arrived. She tried not to hear the laughing coming from the rest of the house. When the ambulance arrived, the paramedics complained about being really very busy. They looked at her shimmering-mosaic arm with indifference. This probably wasn’t worth their time, they agreed. After much pleading they eventually decided the best they could do would be to put a bandage over the arm. It had spread across her torso by then. The paramedics stayed for a beer then left complaining about an indecipherable radio message.
The laughter from the party drowned out the sound of the music and of the baby as more and more people arrived throughout the night. She went again to the dark empty room at the back of the house and locked the door. People she didn’t know banged on the door and said they needed to be in there. In front of the full-length mirror she slowly removed her clothes one piece at a time. The fluid had spread. Intently she watched the reflection in the mirror, examining her body: now changed. The flesh glowed in the dimness of the room. Looking deeply into her skin she saw pulses of geometric bismuth patterns appear and disappear. She watched all this. She waited for the oblivion to come.
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