MUSIC IN PHASE SPACE

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  • Firestarter

    Scene: Boardroom, Stratodyne Aerospace Headquarters, circa Now The conference room shimmered with chrome surfaces and LED screens, a mausoleum for billion-dollar decisions. Aloysius “Al” Riparini, CEO of Stratodyne Aerospace and occasional reader of Popular Mechanics, slouched in his ergonomic chair like a sullen Apollo.  He forward, hands steepled, his face carved in the grim expression…

  • This Wellness Is Making Me Sick

    This is the excellent foppery of the world, now repackaged and sold as salvation in kale smoothies and overpriced yoga mats, a snake-oil gospel for the overextended and underwhelmed. When we are sick in spirit—a surfeit of our own consumption, both material and digital—we make guilty of our ennui the gluten, the GMOs, the “toxins”…

  • The Ghost of Mittelbau-Dora

    Von Braun’s steel-tipped dreams hum with blood and gasoline. A factory of shadows, all twisted spines and raw hands—dying by the hundreds, whispering curses in languages he never cared to learn. “Build me a ladder to the stars,” he says, boot heels clicking on the concrete, the sound swallowed by the choking wheeze of the…

  • Apocalypse Warm-Up Tour

    In the sweaty corridors of Washington, there’s a palpable unease. The clock ticks louder in the Situation Room, and the tension feels thicker than a barroom floor after a two-for-one night. The problem, you see, is not just the impending doom of World War III—but where it starts. Ukraine’s got the spotlight for now, but…

  • NPCs

    An NPC, the non-player character, the digital ghost in the machine, a ledger of actions, transactions, and transient histories. Each pixelated husk a monument to overwrite—a forgotten thing replaced by consensus, a network-dreamed figment, rewritten without memory. You see them standing there, loop-bound, shuffling through canned dialogue, placeholder souls for a system too busy grinding…

  • Pure, Uncut, Imperial Lunacy

    The new breed of tech cowboys, high on venture capital and zero-interest loans, are suddenly feeling the heat, and it’s terrifying to watch. These clowns have been riding the free-money carousel for so long they’ve forgotten what it’s like to sweat. Now, the moment the cash dries up, their first instinct is pure, uncut imperial…

  • Cape Crusader

    Ah, the tawdry spectacle of American hypocrisy in its purest form: a bloated fraudster wrapped in the flag, clutching a Bible, and preaching fire and brimstone to the unwashed masses—all while slinking into the nearest Holiday Inn with a mistress on speed dial. For X—serial adulterer, purveyor of NDAs, and self-anointed Christian crusader—it’s all part…

  • UAPs

    The phenomenon of UAPs seems to exist at the edge of human comprehension, always appearing just beyond our current technological grasp. This uncanny ability to stay slightly ahead of the curve suggests that these objects are not merely physical entities but something more intricate, something entangled with the human mind and its evolving cultural framework.…

  • Reality TV and the Great American IQ Landslide:

    The first warning shot came with WWE. Not the wrestling itself—that was a sacred institution of sweat and theater—but the way it warped the American psyche. The masses, bloated on beer and potato chips, swallowed the kayfabe like it was gospel, cheering for cartoon villains while the world burned outside their double-wide trailers. Meanwhile, I…

  • Tyson Vs Paul

    First, they came with WWE, and I said nothing, because I had a cushy job and good career prospects. Then, they came with the Jerry Springer Show, and I rolled my eyes, because I had a cushy job and good career prospects. Then, they came with Survivor, and I laughed, because I had a job…