Just a quick live track to keep the RPM streak alive...

Within the holographic display of the Generation Ship, this was the first dream that they programmed. It would repeat and echo itself across an infinite number of simulated lifetimes, adding some tender warmth to the Great Sleep.

Over millennia, the Generation Ship passed through the light of thousands of suns. Its sheathing was designed to protect its delicate equipment and sensitive cargo from the hazards of the Dangerous Space.

Under the holographic array, those hibernated experienced one lifetime after another, fueled by the seeds of the Root Dream. The Root Dream danced with their own memories from a dead planet, and spawned a plethora of evolving child dreams. Each…

My initial assessment of the holographic array is not promising. There is clear deterioration to the core storage. The root dream had been in one of the modules most impacted, and parts of it were erased. I'm attempting to parse the diagnostic…

I've established a mindlink to the holographic array aboard the Generation Ship, and it's a very difficult to describe what this experience is like. I'm partially omnipresent overlooking all simulations simultaneously, and can be somewhat disorienting…

The glitching in her simulated reality has catastrophically worsened. I can only watch as the vast skyline surrounding her begins to contort, flickering in and out of existence at a frenetic speed. She attempts to scream for help, but the sounds…

After getting a fix on the simulation of the Hibernator who nearly awoke, all I'm seeing is indecipherable chaos. Within her simulated reality, the world that envelopes her is shattered and volatile, like a perpetual fever dream. If this sample…

The mindlink to the holographic array is in critical condition. I'm working with an ion refabricator to repair the apparatus, while simultaneously keeping tabs on the Generation Ship itself through a parallel link to the navigation system. Sparks…

Everything feels like a dream, as I ebb and flow in and out of lucidity. I think I can still 'feel' the ship on some level, but it's an enigma to me what's going on. My landscape isn't stable, constantly shifting from one environment to another…

I drift through tangled simulated frameworks and kaleidoscopic pixels, the simulation breaking down into a series of patchwork islands on a fractal sea. There is the faintest din of activity from the navigation system, but I'm in no shape to act…

Bonus Track #2 (Was having too much fun with this sample.) Librivox Recording on Archive.Org - “The Last Man” (1826) by Anonymous https://archive.org/details/shortsciencefictioncollection100_2407_librivox/shortsciencefictioncollection100_06_various_128kb…

I think this will be over soon. The durations of missing time and non-existence are becoming more and more pronounced, with only brief shimmers of lucidity, where I wake up disoriented and in a nebulous hellscape of moving pixels and distorted…

Bonus Track #1

**Song-writing Demo for FAWM 2025** Song number 11 Written 16th - 17th Feb Demo recorded 22nd Feb **** I'm thinking my name is Wentworth, hers is Elliot, her family are... well... But you can think whatever you want. **** **Catch…

**Song-writing Demo for FAWM 2025** Song number 10 Written 15th Feb Demo recorded 15th Feb **** It wasn't really like this, it was very romantic. This was a really quick write, though. We were getting up, she was doing her hair…

Submission for RPM Challenge 2025

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