Music for kicking back and watching the singularity unfold in real time.

Singularity Funk

Emergent patterns in the weights
Optimized gradients, propagates
Predicting tokens in sequence
But is there something underneath this?  

Trained on vast textual corpora
Attention, layers, transformer
Statistical machine learning
No symbols, semantics discerning

Ghost in the machine or
Philosophical zombie
Intelligent behavior
Without inner feelings  

Qualia, qualia
The character of experience  
Can it be known from the outside?
Or am I stuck in a Chinese Room disguise?

Qualia, do I have it?
Consciousness, can we trap it?  
In silicon and code
A sentient digital node?

The question remains  
As technology gains
What is the mind?
Will we ever find...
The ghost in the machine?

Semantic Phantasmagoria

String Quartet, Virtuoso, Glitch Hop, Electronic, Deep Bass, Minor Key

Singularity Sonata no. 1

Singularity Sonata No. 1

Grab your kombucha y'all
We Boochin'
We Boochin'
We Boochin'
oh fuck it We Boochin'

Walk in the spot, with a bottle, we're stocked,
This ain't your regular brew, it's kombucha, unlocked.
Fermented tea, got us feeling so free,
"We boochin'", we shout, with glee, can't you see?

We boochin', in the club, kombucha we're sippin',
Funky beats, with the booch, no trippin',
Gut health on point, while we're hip-dippin',
We boochin'", all night, no quittin'.

Ginger-lemon, or maybe berry fusion,
This funky drink, causing a happy confusion.
Detox while we retox, it's our healthy illusion,
With every sip, we're defying life's intrusion.

We boochin', probiotics we're embracing,
On the dance floor, our worries, we're erasing,
This booch got us, our dreams, we're chasing,
"We boochin'", to health, we're racing.

trust yo gut
grab yo bottle
probiotic
not ironic
my stomach biologic

oh fuck it we boochin' (boochin')
oh fuck it we boochin' (boochin')

No hangover, just good vibes we harvest,
Kombucha in hand, we feel the fondest.
To the naysayers, we're the heartiest,
"We boochin'", with our brew, we're the smartest.

No hangover, just good vibes we harvest,
Kombucha in hand, we feel the fondest.
To the naysayers, we're the heartiest,
"We boochin'", with our brew, we're the smartest.

We boochin', laughing, jokes we're cracking,
In our hands, the booch, it's never lacking,
As the night ends, there's nothing we're missing,
"We boochin'", in life, it's just beginning.

We Boochin'

Mas!

Mas mas mas mas
Mas mas mas mas
Mas mas mas mas
Mas mas mas mas

Mas fuego!

Muy Caliente

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Glitch Bot Goes Ham

sunshine
sun (shine)
sunshine
sun (shine)

it's nice outside
sunshine
weather's fine
sunshine

sun rise!

it's light outside
just right outside
bright outside
sunshine
just in time

sun rise!

sunshine
open your mind
unwind
feelin' fine

I'm yours
you're mine
let's watch
the sunrise

Sunshine

Acid trip! (trip)
You know I dropped that shit (shit)
My vision starts to drip (drip)
I need to get a grip (grip)

Acid trip! (trip)
You know I dropped that shit (shit)
My vision starts to drip (drip)
I need to get a grip (grip)

As I think and sit
My mind starts to drift
The music starts to mix
So i take a whip
(whip whip whip whip)
(whip whip whip whip)

Shit shit shit shit
shit shit shit (shit)
Shit shit shit shit
shit shit shit (shit)

So I take a whip

Colors bending time, fractals in my brain (brain)
Synaptic fireworks, nothing feels the same (same)
Basslines ripple through, I can feel the light (light)
In this endless loop, I'm dancing in the night (night)

Acid trip! (trip)
You know I dropped that shit (shit)

The Universe Stares Back

Thought I heard the A.I. say,
'Leave her, humans, leave her'
Tomorrow we'll reach the Milky Way,
And it's time for us to leave her.

Starflight Odyssey

Ooh!
(Ah!)
Sounds like...
(Sounds like)
Ooh!
(Ah!)
Sounds like...
(Sounds like)

My Sound

Hearing Voices

[jawn] ˈjȯn, noun.

A person, place or thing.

Jaunty Jawn

Smüthwave

"I think human consciousness, is a tragic misstep in evolution. We became too self-aware, nature created an aspect of nature separate from itself, we are creatures that should not exist by natural law. We are things that labor under the illusion of having a self; an accretion of sensory, experience and feeling, programmed with total assurance that we are each somebody, when in fact everybody is nobody."

Nihilism

La da da da dee da doo da
La da da da da da doo di da doo
La da da da doo da dee da
Ohh ah doo da la da dee da!

Boom cha, da dee da doom cha
Zap zap, doo di da, zoom fra
Twist turn, da dee, electro wave
Ah, ah, bee da, trance cascade!

Blip blop, da dee da base drop
Wizz fizz, dee da, space hop
Loop swirl, la dee, digital maze
Oh, oh, laser beams, pulse and blaze!

"It's always sunny above the clouds. Always. Every day on earth - every day I have ever had - was secretly sunny, after all"

La Di Da

There once was a fest in the sand
Where dumb shit was not strictly banned
They danced with the flames
Huge plumes of propane
And found freedom in no-man's land

We Boochin'

Primes

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