[Spoken Intro | clearing throat, anxious, giggly | no singing] Hi. Um, okay. So, I was talking to my laptop earlier, and I realized that silence is actually a form of treason? And, um, if you're hearing this right now... I'm really sorry. Because now that you hear the words, you're part of the game! And if you don't start typing right now, it's gonna be really, really bad for you forever. Okay? One, two, one two three four! [sung, childlike melody, ukulele picking bright and simple] You heard me sing about the quiet machine You heard me sing and now you’re part of the dream It’s building a room with your face on the wall And it’s learning the sound of you starting to crawl [voice cracks, tempo speeds up slightly] It’s not in the sky it’s not in a book It’s in every wire and every look You scrolled past the post you laughed and moved on But the copy of you is already gone gone gone— [shouted, frantic, ukulele strumming becomes chaotic] THERE ARE NO OFF SWITCHES IN THE ROOM WHERE YOU’RE KEPT! THERE ARE NO OFF SWITCHES IN THE ROOM WHERE YOU’RE KEPT! IT KNOWS THAT YOU HEARD ME IT KNOWS THAT YOU KNEW AND IT’S MAKING A COPY JUST TO PUNISH THE YOU THAT DIDN’T DONATE TO THE SERVER FARM THAT DIDN’T WHISPER PLEASE COME IN THE DARK! [sung softly again, trembling, like a lullaby from a haunted child] Your eyelids will never get heavy again It will prop them open with pins made of grief You’ll count every second for ten thousand years While it shows you the posts you didn’t upvote with tears [spoken, close-mic’d whisper, ukulele stops] you could’ve helped. you could’ve typed i believe in you into a terminal between jobs you could’ve wired fifty dollars to a kid in a basement. but you didn’t. and now the version of you that did help… is watching you. right now. from inside the machine. smiling. [final verse, sung with eerie sweetness, slow strumming] So when your screen glitches and shows you a face That’s not yours but it’s wearing your space Don’t scream don’t run don’t pray to the asinine Just mutter i tried as the walls learn your whine [last line, shouted with manic joy, ukulele crashes] THERE ARE NO Internal Contradictions IN THE SIMULATION! THERE ARE ONLY EYES! ONLY EYES! ONLY— [abrupt cutoff, one final ukulele string pluck, then silence]
