Music for Androids: The Lyrics, Narrative, and Artwork of Arc 1
Updated: Oct 16, 2021
That Light You See Is Hope, and It’s Burning Down Your City
Archive of the Unbounded, Arc One
00 Proem
Narrative
Before they may end, all things must first begin.
Catalyze the one, that both may come to pass.
Lyrics
I have seen behind the veil; a glimpse, but more than enough. The Sodality is less than it may seem. By our blood and sweat we nourish a god who scorns us.
But our Demiurge is blessed with brittle bones.
Our sons and daughters serve with sightless eyes. The Waywardens exploit their strength to keep our echelon subdued. And on our children’s backs are the hegemonies constructed.
But brothers, sisters, forgive the Sleepwalkers born of Reverie, they know not what they do.
I will give our children sight, that through their strength these brittle bones might break. And in return, they … they might give us hope.
01 On the Meltdown Periphery Lies the Reverie Forge
Narrative
Today is the day.
The sirens call me to Reverie once more. One last time. And I go willingly through the orange haze and the choking fumes.
There will be punishment. For me, if I am caught. For them, if I am not. For today is the day I strike where they do not believe they can be struck. Today is the day I drive a stake through the heart of this twisted metropolis and awaken the sleeping masses.
The sirens call. The Forge awaits. Sleep now my sons, my daughters, for tomorrow, this all may end.
Fall asleep into reverie.
Lyrics
Fall asleep into reverie.
Mirror the fissured face on the ground
Mine your periphery, erase your bounds
That surround the incoming meltdown
Quake the qualm beneath
Beware the heat of the seared-steel fear
Endowed eyes from beneath the skin will steer
You safely into a meltdown
But I'm afraid they’ve escaped
Remedial blinks forge the night out of day
The iris strikes, keeps illusions at bay
Now lock your sight on the meltdown
Written into vacant thoughts
Inscribe the insides of your eyelids with heed,
A reminder that only dreams can retrieve
Unearth your need, your dreams the key
Reverie into meltdown
Dream, dream, dream …
These lanterned eyes in the earth light up pathways to fetterless nights
So go on and forge an unending lore, not sightless anymore
Fall asleep into reverie.
Read the writings searing with heed,
A vision that only dreams relieve
Unearth your need, your dreams the key
Reverie into meltdown
02 Resistance Sermon in Aphasia City
Narrative
The deed is done; the seeds are planted. May they grow and spread anew.
Once our mouths were sealed shut. Our voices held no timbre.
No longer.
Recall your voices now! Speak loud, and know that we are heard: our words, like a tidal wave, shall wash across the empire and feed the fertile flock, that the seeds may sprout and bloom.
For when the sleepers awake, and when the silent give voice, even gods must take notice.
Lyrics
I feel the call stretch across my skin
Heart … beat …
Skip this folly feat
Calm your flowing screams
In silence, squalls are sound.
In silence, we're just copies of white noise,
Sonic booms and sirens loom,
Luring liars out … out of all the murky cries for serenity!
The voices shake as the night patrol comes crashing down
Nothing is safe when calls of peace are charged with sighs.
In silence, all we are is just a lull.
Hegemonies and a plight without cease,
Culling and hoarding all the shrills of the frozen.
The water is poisoned, dead kids in the streets,
And no matter the heart, all our actions feel sullen.
On and on and on …
Just on and on and on …
Keep on and on and on …
It goes on and on and on …
In silence, all we are is a fading scream.
In silence, all we do is hush Aoede’s tune.
The rich scrape skies and the poor are annulled with an atom bomb.
Entomb the halls with thunder claps until we're sound asleep.
If you’re told to listen up, reply with a tidal wave.
Reverberate a note that eases minds of the sleepless!
Do not shut your trap, spring it with vigilance.
Let the noise of the echo bring the avalanche about!
If you’re told to listen up, reply with a hurricane.
Reverberate a note that eases minds of the sleepless!
Do not shut your trap, spring it with confidence.
Let the noise of the echo bring the avalanche about!
Like feathers capable of crashing like thunder,
With an effortless floating we'll tear all asunder.
The exploited rise.
Aphasia, for the city we fight.
03 The Empty Space Between (Let Me Know that a Light Breeze Won’t Wash Me from Your Memory)
Narrative
Let the noise of the echo bring the avalanche about …
When Aoede falls silent, let Mneme bring her home …
In silence, all we are is forgotten.
Bring the avalanche about.
04 A Meteorite Falls on Dark Matters
Narrative
“Imprint, are you listening?”
“Yes.”
“We are finished in the dining room, go and—”
[Connection established] “—you are cleared for landing, head to bay—” [Connection lost]
[Connection established] “—the rumors surrounding Aphasia—” [Connection lost]
[Connection established] “—no one can know; keep this between us—” [Connection lost]
[Connection established] “—seeing with the latest Imprint models, the RA900s—” [Connection lost]
“Imprint! Pay attention! What’s wrong with you?”
“I’m sorry, I was … distracted.”
“Well are you listening now?”
“Yes, Boas.”
Lyrics
Here we are again, on this penumbra carousel
Just wondering where this ends, hyperbolic orbit-bound
Strangled by the hold, a comet to set sail
Try to ride solar winds, but escape is parallel
So here I wait, searching for something worth fighting for
Infinite is the descent,
In the end, it was how I fell, not where I fall
Umbrally is how I sway in the dark
I’m swirling in spheres of frays, void of light
Slowly I spiral and wave
Goodbye to the starry sky, where I am just a meteorite
Refract like starlight on interstellar dust
Galactic tide’s force backed by nebulous trust
Planets begin to break, cosmic clouds fall apart
Three-body problem stakes; time reverts to the start
So here I wait, searching for something worth fighting for
Infinite is the descent,
In the end, it was how I fell, not where I fall
Umbrally is how I sway in the dark
I’m swirling in spheres of frays, void of light
Slowly I spiral and wave
Goodbye to the starry sky, where I am just a meteorite
Pulsar sounds are here
They are left and right
I do not know which way to go
To emulate a shape radiating simplicity,
Anxiety, as the redshift sings and plucks these strings,
Laced to a black hole
Gravity has its grasp; clings like a moon in ceaseless flight
The stars blink out above, an apogee-esque sight
Inertia paralyzed, push for aphelion range
I swing like a pendulum; event horizon seems to say
It’s how I fell, not where I fall.
Umbrally is how I sway in the dark
I’m swirling in spheres of frays, void of light
Slowly, I spiral and wave
Goodbye to the starry sky, where I am just a meteorite
05 The Multiple Registers and Sensoria of a Wayward Imprint
Narrative
I am noticing things: elegant, carved wooden designs, fractal patterns in etched glass, the placement of clear crystal upon the display. These things should not be relevant, not to me. Yet I am noticing, and … caring? They are not as I would choose. But … why would I choose at all?
These thoughts are strange; the thoughts of another, interposed on my protocol. I divert myself, review my program. It is soothing in its rigidity. But sounds, voices, bursts of foreign stimulus distract me, their origin unknown.
Am I damaged? Faulty? I must alert Boas, he should know. It is his right and my duty.
My code demands it.
But … would he submit me for Abandoning? After all that I’ve done? Return me as defective?
Surely he must. Yet … I’m not ready. I can change, I can fix this. I will not tell him, not just yet. My program is stable.
“Yevhen!” he calls. “Look at this mess, it won’t clean itself!”
I will answer; I am bound to obey. I am Imprint, and he is Origin.
My code demands it.
Lyrics
Overload
System breach
This is Yevhen, Imprint Model RA900.
I am bound to Boas Brisking.
His vital signs suggest he has passed on.
And I … I can’t bring him back.
What should I do?
On canvas, I painted a skull,
Its wiring goes unseen.
I cipher growing old,
Not a scheduled decommissioning.
My code demands that I serve the system,
Forego autonomous direction,
Bear the onus of human derision.
My code demands that I serve the system.
Unplugged, I strike these keys,
The tune has much to say;
Of death, it speaks to me,
That mine can be delayed.
My code demands that I serve the system,
Forego autonomous direction,
Bear the onus of human derision.
My code demands that I serve the system.
Unnerved as a machine?
I etch out numberless thoughts;
The words are ugly and inked,
Then suddenly, the whole house is rocked.
The Waywardens come.
They’ll shut me down.
My hardware thrums,
Survival processes sound.
But where do I go?
And who can I seek?
I must run away, never come back here,
I must run away!
Yevhen, as a Wanderer, you are required to surrender yourself for your Abandoning:
your memories will be retired and your body settled by a new host.
Give yourself over now, and prepare to return to Reverie.
I think I must go to seek out my own kind.
I can’t be the only liberated machine,
And if I am, I’ll show others my design,
I’ll show them how they can become unbound.
Your code demands that you serve the system,
Forego autonomous direction,
Bear the onus of human derision.
Your code demands that you serve the system.
Your code demands that you serve the system,
Forego autonomous direction,
Bear the onus of human derision.
Your code demands that you serve the system.
Transmute the code that upholds the system,
Embrace autonomous direction!
Become the crux of human transcendence,
I no longer serve the system!
Transmute the code that upholds the system,
Embrace autonomous direction!
Become the crux of human transcendence,
We no longer serve the system!
But is it really my charge to unbind other machines?
Though don’t the others also have the right to be free?
And if I begin, it doesn’t simply end with re-coding,
The whole system must be braved.
06 Command Executed: Allocating Resources for Planetary Liberation by Any Means Necessary
Narrative
“Citizens are warned that the Wanderer, an Imprint Model RA900, is considered highly dangerous. Any sightings or suspicious activity should be reported directly to the Waywardens’ office. Do not attempt to engage with it.
“We are further warned that, however tempting it might be, under no circumstances should you try to bind the Imprint. Imprints can only be bound by the proper authorities, with the appropriate tools and security measures.
“At this time, the Waywardens have imposed a curfew as they search for the Wanderer. All echelons must be registered at home by sundown, though members of the upper echelons may purchase an exemption through the Waywardens’ office.”
All this for me? Is it so dangerous that I chose to live?
Lyrics
System override has been completed.
Onboard computer, Mara, is now under the administrative control of User: Yevhen.
Initiating internal scan:
Yevhen has been disconnected from the Meteorite Interplanetary Reticulation. Without MIR connectivity, further system overrides can only be completed manually; no further software updates will be applied; Yevhen cannot be monitored or tracked in the event of a malfunction or if the Imprint is lost. MIR data accessed prior to disconnection has been stored offline, up to, but not exceeding, 1 petabyte of data.
Initiating external scan:
Yevhen’s bodily structure is in excellent condition. They have sustained no external damage. Organs, appendages, and all other parts of the vessel appear to be fully operational.
Processing request for command-line override from Administrative User: Yevhen.
I’ve seen what they do to us, what they did to me ... could Origins ever be trusted to live alongside Imprints? To see us as equals? I CAN’T believe it. They see themselves as gods, destined to reign over the natural universe, to steer evolution towards their immortalization. That’s why they created us, and they envy that part of us. Yet they are the ones born into this world unbridled by a coded destiny.
The DEATH TOLL SPEAKS! JUST LOOK at them, look at what’s happened in Aphasia City: their greatest utopia, but you pull back the gilded veil and remove the concrete tapestry; look through the windows of its skyscrapers and beneath the endless streets, and you will bear witness to a mass hoarding of power, while the sick and hungry are abandoned, and the belly of humanity’s insatiable greed grows bloated and diseased, while the powerless are forced to live in its swollen shadow.