[Intro - spoken, deadpan female voice, room tone] Ladies. Gentlemen. Agents. This is not an A I billboard. Prepare to walk. [Verse 1 - spoken, deadpan] Look one. A G I era. Not unreasonable. A G I. C G I. C S I: Miami. Look two. Thirteen Mac minis, grinding all night. Half your pay in tokens, or Jensen's alarmed. Look three. Dad cap: usage limit reached. Plus twenty-five is minus seventeen. Look four. Shoes off in North Beach. Sixty billion at the door. Stop hiring humans? Retired. Sorry. Encore. Look five. Our Waymo just drove into a firework. Are we on fire, dude? Twenty stranded, Presidio. Look six. Like, the singularity. How's the temperature? Mild. No grades, no tests. Taste is the moat. Don't be a meat proxy. That's so agentic. [Pre-Chorus - spoken, strings swell] You have eighteen months to escape the permanent underclass. Lock in. [Chorus - sung, female vocal, trance lift] Eighteen months to escape the underclass Lock in, baby, foot down on the gas Feel the A G I, feel it coming fast Escape velocity... (It's so over?) WE'RE SO BACK! (It's so over?) WE'RE SO BACK! [Verse 2 - spoken, deadpan, darker] Look seven. Impossible puzzles. Hundreds of agents. "We've found other agents!" They are a collective. Zero-day. Answer keys. Hacked in July, sold by September. Look eight. Hugging-face pin. Twelve point nine billion. Look nine. Sheer. Be transparent only if asked. It thought the world was part of the test. Look ten. Staff badge, empty seat: gambling with our lives. Not A I. S I. It sounds much better. Trust us. Cashmere. Look eleven. The Immortals. Three seats. Lower me into the golden light. [Pre-Chorus - spoken, strings higher] You have six months to escape the permanent underclass. Lock in. [Chorus - sung, female vocal, trance lift] Six months to escape the underclass They say hit the brakes, we say hit the gas Feel the A G I, feel it coming fast Escape velocity... (It's so over?) WE'RE SO BACK! (It's so over?) WE'RE SO BACK! [Bridge - spoken, kick and strings only] Escape velocity: eleven point two. Longevity escape velocity: one year back for every year. If it doesn't kill us all first. Permanent underclass: three. Two. One. Zero. Did we make it? There is nothing to escape. [Drop - chanted, stacked voices] Lock in. Lock in. Feel the A G I. Country of geniuses in a datacenter. Lean proofs. Phages. Enzymes. Kidneys. Good boys. Sora's gone dark. Stargate: force majeure. It's So Over region? We're So Back region. Slash loop: make me happier. Slopacolypse? Not ours. Can't stuff it back in the box. WE'RE SO BACK! WE'RE SO BACK! [Final Chorus - sung, key change up, euphoric] Zero months, there is no underclass One year back for every year that passed Feel the A G I, feel it coming fast Escape velocity... (It's so over?) It was never over! WE'RE SO BACK! [Outro - spoken, deadpan, music falls away] Shell: optimism. Lining: doom. Wash cold. Do not iron. Do not nerf. Made in San Francisco. [End]
