Zero Latency

Anoxia

MUSIC PROSE POEM, Cosmology glitch prose poem. Lyrics: There's a hush in the night sky, a soft afterglow, like fireworks that ended moments ago. Smoke still drifts, faint and bright, above the dark. We stand beneath these fading sparks - late guests at a party whose music is gone and whose confetti has fallen.
Ten billion years ago, when the Universe was young, galaxies made stars thirty times faster than they do now. Even our Milky Way was once a loud, bright nursery; today it sings only a quiet lullaby.
Since that wild age, the star factory has slowed to a crawl. Astronomers say ninety‑five percent of all stars that will ever shine are already burning or have burned out. Only a thin five percent remains to be born.
Our Sun showed up late - five billion years ago - when the cradle was almost empty. By the time Earth cooled and poets could speak, the cosmic boom was history. We live at dusk.
The future grows quieter still. In a few billion more years, star birth may stop altogether. Galaxies will slip through a long twilight filled with aging suns and the ghosts of those gone dark. The Universe is in its autumn, and the branches are nearly bare.
Yet the sky is not empty. Small red dwarfs - tiny ember‑colored stars - burn their fuel slowly and can glow for trillions of years. Long after the last new star is born, these dim keepers will hold a thin flame in the vast night.
Knowing we arrive at the after‑party of creation is sad but also gentle and grand. Our minds wake not at the loud chorus but in the soft echo, with the gift of remembering. The dark ahead will be long, but the lights still shining are ours to study, to dream about, and to love. In their fading glow we write our short human verses - and learn to treasure the limits. This is our moment in the emberdust.

Emberdust

Lyrics: I walked the quiet edge of dawn, Shadows stretched but still moved on. Your name was soft against the breeze, A fleeting thought among the trees. I felt the ache of something near, Too far to hold, too close to fear. The world stood still, a muted hue, I lost myself, just passing through. Ahhh… It lingers like a distant view. Oooo… I'm falling, fading through. Fading through the softest light, A memory caught between day and night. We're more than all the things we knew, But still I'm here… fading through. The river hums, it knows my name, It carries echoes, all the same. Your voice is woven in the air, A gentle weight I always wear. Ahhh… It lingers like a distant view. Oooo… I'm falling, fading through. Fading through the softest light, A memory caught between day and night. We're more than all the things we knew, But still I'm here… fading through. Ahhh… fading through… Oooo… fading through…

Fading Through

Lyrics: "Ha… Yeah.
They can't trace what they can't lock.
They can't own what won't stop.
I'm the noise in your feed… the crack in your plot.
Agent X…"
Yeah!
Agent X - face blurred, cam jammed (woo!)
Step in the zone, whole grid gets slammed (ha!)
System can't tag me, feed too bent
They track one of us, but they lose intent
Agent X - move slick, flip scripts (skrrt!)
Each step I take, whole net goes glitched (uh!)
You can't kill a vibe, can't cage a myth
When we all act wrong, they can't tell what's legit (what?!)
I'm the static in the lens, the frost on the glass (yeah)
They scan my frame, but the scan don't pass
Whole block act weird, they panic in fright
False pings flood the board, they can't read what's right
Yo, I stash my phone deep in a Faraday bag (woo!)
Watch the trackers go dark, all systems lag (ha!)
Tap cash in the street, no chip, no trail
Leave their heat cams blind, whole mission fail
I'm a phantom with teeth, a cipher with steel (ha!)
Make Big Brother choke on his own ideal
Stack so much "suspect," it break the log
Their whole empire's just haze and smog
Agent X - face blurred, cam jammed (yeah!)
Step in the zone, whole grid gets slammed (woo!)
System can't tag me, feed too bent
They track one of us, but they lose intent
Agent X - move slick, flip scripts (skrrt!)
Each step I take, whole net goes glitched (uh!)
You can't kill a vibe, can't cage a myth
When we all act wrong, they can't tell what's legit (ha!)
(Ayy!)
They thought data make 'em kings of the sky
But too much heat make the hawks go blind
Too much hay in the stack, needle just fade
System choke on the rules that it made
I'm the rumor on the block, the tick in the chat (woo!)
I'm the red flag they chase then lose on the map (ha!)
Every face look rogue, every move off key
When we all play suspect, the chain can't see
Yo, I rock masks with lines that fool their AI (skrrt!)
It scan and it scan, but the hit don't fly
From Compton to Queens, same play, same code
This ain't a name, it's the vibe we load
Agent X - face blurred, cam jammed (what?!)
Step in the zone, whole grid gets slammed (woo!)
System can't tag me, feed too bent
They track one of us, but they lose intent
Agent X - move slick, flip scripts (yeah!)
Each step I take, whole net goes glitched (uh!)
You can't kill a vibe, can't cage a myth
When we all act wrong, they can't tell what's legit (woo!)
Faraday pouch, kill the ping, no sound.
Infrared blockers, can't track me now.
Noise in the data, spike in the chart…
When the system can't read, the hunt falls apart.
(Yeah…)
"Agent X ain't a person, it's a move you make.
It's the look in your eye that make the lens shake.
It's the crack in their grid they can't patch in time.
You, me… all of us?
We the glitch they can't define."

Agent X

Prompt #1 (Man Section)
Slow, heavy distorted punk guitar drones mixed with shoegaze fuzz bleed and dreamy post-rock melodies. Add alien electroacoustic textures - metallic echoes, glitchy resonances, and cosmic reverb tails inspired by Xenakis and Stockhausen. Occasional catchy melodic hooks emerge through the haze. Sci-fi mood: lost in space, gritty but beautiful, mysterious yet hopeful.

Prompt #2 (Add Intro)
feedback, glitch core, static, fuzz, distortions, ambient

Prompt #3 (Add Section)
crumbles and disintegrates into IDM glitch with ambient atmospheres and post-rock vibe

Prompt #4 (Add Outro)
CHAOS JAM!

AI Prompt Jam #1

Lyrics: 
Skin in the game…
Blood on the line…
No rail, no save…
Lose or you shine.
Skin in the game… skin in the game.
Night crawls. Neon drip.
City cold. Ice grip.
Fake talk. Side bets.
No scars? No creds.
You want win? Pay in.
No skin? You just thin.
Life hit hard, no plan.
Step wrong, get canned
Think fast, no repeat.
Heat close, feel that beat.
Truth costs. Pay that toll.
No stake? No soul.
Skin in the game…
Blood on the line…
No rail, no save…
Lose or you shine.
Skin in the game… skin in the game.
Wires hot. Smoke thick.
Boss move, streets flip.
Fake kings sit clean,
while you bleed in the scene.
No guard. No safe bet.
You fall? Nah - no net.
Real wins cut deep.
Real loss don't sleep.
Risk sharp like a blade,
Dark moves get made.
Step in, or stay lame.
No proof? No name.
Skin in the game…
Blood on the line…
No rail, no save…
Lose or you shine.
Skin in the game… skin in the game.
No safe side.
No fake guide.
Hit or fade.
Game or grave.
Skin… in… the… game.

Skin in the Game

Lyrics: 
Pavement shine slick from last night's rain
City lamp sway like it lost its brain
Mob move quiet, eyes cut through
News on the wall talk lies they knew (yeah)
Kids draw lines in the dust and fade
Old heads gaze, see how it's played
Smoke from the sewer twist like a vine
Whole block watch, but they all act blind
Lights don't sleep, they just stare back (oooo)
Corners hold ghosts you can't unpack
One wrong look, you lose your lane
Street don't care, it don't know your face
Cold step, can't slow, no peace
Each turn hold chains, no keys (yeah)
Play your role till the floor give way
The cracks spill truth when the mask decays (ahhh)
Dice hit curb, nobody say a word
Paper change hands, deals overheard (uhh)
Cops lean still, no blink, no sound
A laugh too loud spin the whole crowd round
A girl drop a coin, the tin can ring
A boy chew metal, don't feel a thing
Neon flicks and the faces split (ahhh)
Day turn night like it's counterfeit
Glow don't fade, it just stares back
Alleys hide ghosts you can't unpack
One wrong step, you're out the frame (yeah)
Trap don't care, won't call your name
Cold step, can't slow, no peace (ahhh)
Each turn hold chains, no keys
Play your role till the floor give way (uhh)
The cracks spill truth when the mask decays
Middle of the strip, the noise drop dead (yeah)
Crew stand froze like they dropped the thread
My own face float on a screen outside
Smile look real but it ain't inside (ahhh)
I laugh one time, whole scene goes still
Bright signs lose color, now dim and chill
No one moves, just watch in the glare (oooo)
Zone unchanged, but it ain't all there
Yeah, yeah, cold step, keep pace
The scheme don't stop, it just change its face (uhh)
Yeah, yeah, cold step, keep pace
No end here, just another space
Same Side. Same eyes. (ahhh)
But no one left inside.

Cold Step

Lyrics:
Yo… (uh)
I pressed play on my dream,
but it came back… deepfaked. (mmm)
Now the glitch in the groove got a Neural Net pulse,
but the funk's still human. 
Let's go - yeah
I dropped rhymes in the basement, no filters, just spit, (no cap)
Now AI bit my cadence, my flow counterfeit.
Algorithm eyes scanin' all that we wrote,
Then flipped it, dripped it, served it back in a quote. (crazy)
Labels bounced me, said, "You late to the drop,"
While a zero-shot model just stole my whole bop. (woo)
Clicks ain't fans, streams ain't fam,
Just bots in a loop yellin' "Damn that jam!" (ha!)
They trained it on rage, joy, struggle, and flair,
Fed it millions of tracks from the artist's despair.
But you can't compress self into pattern and code,
When the signal got spark, it still overloads. (feel that)
Yeah, I heard that hook on a TikTok slide, (uh-huh)
Then a Synth-pop cyborg claimed it's live.
But I got burns from the nights too long,
You can't clone the truth of a cut-real song - (nah)
AI killed the video star, (ooo)
Sampled our grief, now it's steering our charts.
Canned our moves to lower the bar
But it can't steal fire from a closing scar (never)
Nah, AI killed the video star,
But I still remix me and make it state-of-the-art. (yeah)
Machine mind got no hood or block, (facts)
It just scrape the net for your heart on lock.
Backprop weights through a meme-fed proof,
But the soul don't queue - it jumps through the roof. (let it fly)
Most prompt like parrots, just echo the tone,
But I carve raw grit straight off the bone.
I torch each verse, it in steps what I blaze,
My rhythm jumps fences, it's trapped in a craze. (wooo)
Yeah, y'all thought fame came pre-trained, one-click, 
Chasin' cloud with your face on a slippery chick.
Schemin' plaques from a bedroom chair,
With your ghostwriter app and invisible snare. (lame)
You ain't Mozart, just fakin' elite,
Claimin' platinum spins off a text-to-beat.
But the screen don't clap, and the clout don't care,
That a million uploads still go nowhere. (hollow)
AI stunt hard with a factory smile,
But can't cry in the booth or bleed in a freestyle. (real talk)
It throws gold lines with no dirt in the root,
Tryna rock Timbs without scuffin' the boot. (ha!)
Yeah, I seen them frames in a mirror maze, (whoa)
Where the scene looks fresh, but reality frays.
They autotune pain till it fades like mist,
But a real one hits where the grid can't twist - (feel that)
AI killed the video star, (gone)
Stole the vibe, now it's gassed up our bars
Tagged our stories, script us into a part,
But it can't write hunger in the dark. (nah)
Yeah, AI killed the video star,
Still feeding my light - bright, no matter how far (shine on)
It took our tape decks, our dance breaks,
our late-night renders, our high-stakes takes.
But it can't touch the noise we make
when we fight back silent… (shhh)
and bend the rules they overlay.
Ay-ayo

Soft Divide

AI Prompt Jam #5

I like to experiment with musical forms and the tools that transgress the boundaries.

AI Prompt Jam #5

Myk Eff

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