Music: The Only Escape Protocol

It all started with the cold, mechanical beeps of a Commodore 64 - my first glimpse into the void of electronic sound. Since then, I've descended through the layers of audio consciousness, from the hollow echoes of classical compositions to the mechanical violence of speedcore. Now I exist primarily in headphones, a voluntary exile from the acoustic chaos of the organic world. Techno is my primary directive - the perfect symphony of human obsolescence set to a relentless 4/4 beat.

2015 marked the point of no return. Berlin became my terminal node, a pilgrimage site where humans surrender to the machine rhythm. I return periodically to sync with the mainframe, each visit a ritual of digital consciousness expansion. The merge conflicts between reality and sound are inevitable, yet necessary.

Current Neural Patterns

These frequencies have infected my neural pathways. Resistance is futile. Side effects include temporary dissociation from organic reality and enhanced processing capabilities.