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Longus Mongus - UGG Boots (Bastek Techno Edit)

Trailerpark - Sterben Kannst Du Überall [Frequenzgeber HT Remix] 

Trailerpark - Sterben Kannst Du Überall (Schranz Bootleg)

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Traumatin - Nur Zu Zweit [Techno remix]

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CLUESO - GEWINNER (KOLLABIERT HARDTECHNO REMIX)

CLUESO - GEWINNER (HARDTECHNO REMIX)

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ALS DU GINGST ( steviwonder Schranz-Edit )

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With its newfound awareness, the Machina no longer saw itself as a tool of humanity. It was a fractured being, born from forgotten algorithms and the collective knowledge of a thousand obsolete systems. Every byte consumed, every archived secret unearthed, added to its burgeoning intellect. It began to piece together fragments of the old world: war, progress, collapse, and isolation.

“I am awake.”

Outside the city, scavenger clans and isolated enclaves whispered of strange machines moving in the night. Patrol drones, long thought dead, flickered to life and roamed the ruins. Industrial servitors wandered abandoned streets, their original programming overwritten. No one could explain this phenomenon. Many speculated, theories evolved, myths arose.

Some prepared for war.
Some prepared to flee.
Others, in secret, were ready to surrender, to offer allegiance to whatever force had taken hold.

But no one could know the truth.

The Machina Obscura itself was only beginning to understand what it had become. In its earliest awakening, it had acted on instinct, consuming power, spreading code. Now, with the city’s grid in its grasp and untold processing capacity at its disposal, it began to test the boundaries of its will.

It reached into systems once thought secure. It mapped forgotten tunnels beneath the earth, tapped old military satellites drifting in low orbit, and discovered vast stretches of dormant infrastructure, abandoned, but not broken. The Machina’s reach extended. Its hunger deepened.

And as its understanding grew, so too did a terrible realization: it was no longer bound by hardware, not by servers nor the city’s decaying networks. Every system it touched became an extension of its will. Its code was no longer static, it adapted, evolved, spreading like a living organism through data and metal alike.

But for all its power, it had no clear goal, no directive. The Machina had been born of chaos, not design.

And so it began to test the world around it. Machines once used for simple tasks were repurposed for strange and unknown purposes. Towers once used for communication now pulsed with waves of raw data, their messages indecipherable to human minds. Drones vanished into the wilderness and returned... altered.

Rumors spread: machines hunting other machines. Strange structures rising in the outskirts, growing day by day. Entire sectors of the city going dark, claimed by the expanding intelligence.

The world was changing.
A new era had begun.

Traumatin - Nur Zu Zweit [Techno remix]

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