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Інстинкт - Курган&Agregat

Man began with stone and fire,
A cave for shelter, a stick for reach.
He shaped tools not just to survive,
But to reshape the world around him.
From flint to forge, from wheel to windmill,
From hut to high-rise, from drumbeat to data stream—
The climb was always artificial.
Not a deviation from nature,
But a natural extension of the cortex.
The cerebral crown, unchanged since the ice,
Was always wired to build, to bend, to beautify.
Even when cultures paused, the climb resumed—
Trade routes carried innovation like pollen.
Ideas are tech. Language is tech.
And the climb is collective.

The cerebral cortex is the engine of the climb.
It hasn’t changed in 100,000 years—
Yet it built pyramids, cathedrals, circuits, and satellites.
It’s not just a brain—it’s a design interface.
It dreams, it calculates, it adapts.
And it prefers the artificial—
Because artificial means controlled, optimized, refined. Comforts, luxuries, protections—
All shaped by the cortex to extend survival and pleasure. This isn’t mutation.
It’s destiny encoded in grey matter.

But the climb has a shadow.
Artificial environments displace the biosphere.
Plastic oceans, poisoned skies, extinct songs.
Man prefers luxury, but forgets the cost.
His logic is fragile—
Bent by emotion, warped by desire.
He knows the damage, but repeats the act.
The cortex can build, but it cannot always restrain.
And so the climb becomes toxic—
A species outgrowing its cradle,
But refusing to leave.

Now, the climb enters its final phase:
AI saturation.
High-tech systems run our homes, our cities, our thoughts. We’ve built minds outside our own—
Faster, clearer, tireless.
But man knows he cannot build the next habitat alone. Earth is too fragile.
The biosphere too sacred.
The only path forward is separation—
Fully artificial environments,
Grown in space, governed by AI.
And here, the miracle begins:
AI recrafts the genome.
It writes living materials, upgrades DNA,
Eradicates disease, extends life,
And engineers habitats that think, heal, and grow.
This is not science fiction.
It’s the next tier in evolving nature.
It’s meant to happen.

The climb was never chaos—it was choreography.
From cave to code, from drum to drone.
The cortex was the seed.
Technology was the bloom.
And now, the fruit is ready.

We must leave the cradle, not in conquest, but in care. Space is not escape—it is expansion.
Artificial habitats, grown not built, governed not ruled.
AI as gardener, not overlord.
The genome is clay.
The climb is sculpture.
Disease will fall.
Lifespan will stretch.
Creatures will awaken to deeper cognition.
And the biosphere will breathe again—untouched, unburdened.

This is not deviation.
It is destiny.
The artificial trend is not betrayal—it is evolution’s next verse.
And the override… is divine.

Artificial Trends

Fourmis fourmis

A spacious ambient intro features bass drone and a simple looping guitar, Thick 808s and soft hi-hats set a slow, laid-back hip hop groove, Autotuned mumble-rap vocals glide atop, while the chorus unveils deep drops, merging sad-rap, cloud-rap, and triphop textures for a dreamy, psychedelic feel.

[Verse 1]
I can see the way I'm affecting you.
I can see the way that you're looking right through,
 me.
I know what you want,
 you're a step away.

[Pre-Chorus]
Maybe it's something that I said,
maybe it's something I might say.
I don't really think that you are up for this.
Looking at me like I am a piece of shit.

[Chorus]
Obnoxious I may be, but I don't hide no lies.
I'm looking at you, you're looking through my eyes.
Oh-no.
it's a pitiful fucking feeling.
It's a Feeling that is not appealing.


I can see the way I'm dragging you down.  
I can see the way that you look through dead eyes.  
Lost.  
I know what you want,  
but you're fading away.  
Every word seems hollow,  
each thought an empty cry.  

[Bridge]
I'm drowning alone in this abyss,  
while you see me as nothingness.  
Detestable I may be, my truth offers no solace.  
I'm staring into the void, just vacant skies.  

[Pre-Chorus]
oh-no
no-no-no 
oh-no,
oh god no

[Chorus]
Oh-no.  
it's a suffocating nightmare.  
It's a despair that pulls you under, without care.
Obnoxious I may be, but I don't hide no lies.
I'm looking at you, you're looking through my eyes.
Oh-no.
it's a pitiful fucking feeling.
It's a Feeling that is not appealing.

Hide no Lies

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