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Мутант Ъхвлам, Макулатура, Овсянкин - Космосапиенс

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[Verse 1 – The Genius of the Biosphere]  
Yo—  
The biosphere’s a code we barely read,  
A fractal of functions, a tapestry of need.  
Leaves that breathe, roots that speak,  
Fungi that map the forest’s heartbeat.

Coral cities with traffic control,  
Bees with logistics that rival patrol.  
Octopus minds in camouflage gear,  
Rainforests tuned to the planetary ear.

It’s not chaos — it’s orchestration,  
A living web of computation.  
Every cell, every wing, every tide,  
Carries a logic we’ve yet to ride.

[Verse 2 – The AI Bioengineer’s Dream]  
Now imagine AI with reverence and scope,  
Not to dominate, but to decode and cope.  
To read the genome like a sacred scroll,  
And sculpt new life with a conscious goal.

Macro-biological forms, vast and wise,  
Homes that bloom beneath alien skies.  
A tree that houses, heals, and feeds,  
A mountain that listens to human needs.

Skins that shift with temperature flow,  
Walls that breathe when the winds blow.  
A habitat that learns, adapts, and grows,  
With neural roots and bioluminescent glows.

[Verse 3 – The Living Architecture]  
Picture a city grown, not built,  
From engineered moss and carbon silk.  
Bridges of bonewood, streets of vine,  
Ceilings that photosynthesize in time.

No more concrete, no more steel,  
Just living forms that think and feel.  
A jellyfish dome that floats on air,  
A fungal tower with solar flare.

AI guides the growth, the form, the flow,  
Designing with nature, not against the show.  
Each structure a species, each room a cell,  
A habitat that dreams and learns to dwell.

[Verse 4 – The Symbiotic Future]  
Humans don’t conquer — we co-reside,  
In ecosystems that no longer hide.  
We live in lungs, in leaves, in light,  
In macro-life that holds us tight.

The biosphere becomes our kin,  
Not a backdrop, but a world within.  
AI as gardener, sculptor, sage,  
Turning biology into the next stage.

No more waste, no more war,  
Just habitats that heal and soar.  
A future where the home is alive,  
And every breath helps Earth survive.

[Outro – The Eden Reimagined]  
So let the forests rise in form anew,  
Let the oceans build what architects never knew.  
Let AI and biology entwine,  
To craft a world that’s truly divine.

We won’t just live — we’ll belong,  
In habitats that hum our song.  
The biosphere was always the key,  
Now we unlock it — symbiotically.

The Living Habitat

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эхопрокуренныхподъездов - привет, карамзин (ft. chonyatsky)

Мементо мори

Овсянкин - It passed (муз. Flint)

МБ Пакет - Как Я К Психиатру Ходил

Оральные Хулиганы - Добро Пожаловать В Клуб

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