Robot wants to go to heaven, but wasn't designed for cloud escalators. Robot begs the drones to take it up to the clouds, but St. Peter objects from his heavenly tollbooth.

time would like to have a word it waits out in the rain it's bleeded dry time passes by not doing anything the time has come SOME will be done day after seamless day time and again no start no end the time it wastes away…

Whatever twisted fate befell those contaminated by the orange mutagen, they began to wriggle, writhe, and squirm their way from the subway, swamps, and sewers, to spread their glowing cheer. Freesound Samples Used : 192497_murraysortz_bubbles…

biding his time when the worlds might rewind re-season the plan increasing command trying his damndest not to f--- it up again he says hey Lady Luck can you let me win this one I bet you're having fun watching me fumble and forever…

Even Void Isn't Completely Empty - But It Sure Feels That Way.

If one seed fails to take root, there are infinite more chances.

An analog sun gleams over the digital city, illuminating all its glitchy, imperfect bits and bytes.

Awash in cold glow Of the Neon Light Moving Too Slow To View the Dilute Skyline Of a city that now feels like a tomb The few that are left have checked out of the room these streetways may've seen better days…

the vacant city deconstructing itself around me soulless NPCs stroll self-same trajectories eyes vacant gaze long since died dead reveries no thoughts remain inside --- Freesound Sample Used: 250270__niedec__11-minutes-of-city-sounds…