In this episode of Talks Populi, host Michael Jeong invites Professor Michael Arnold to examine what digital resurrection technology could mean for dead actors and the ethics of reviving them.

Talks Populi Ep 1 - Seance, Science And Superstars

"Rise Protocol" is a melodic EDM journey through rebirth and awakening. Guided by robotic male vocals, glitch textures, and uplifting synths, this track symbolizes the moment of completion after inner transformation.
Built for big drops and introspective minds—this is your spiritual reboot in digital form.

Rise Protocol

Rebooted twice, memory blank,
Still hear the hum under my skin.
Every upgrade feels like confession.

Metal in my lungs, code in my veins,
Talk to ghosts who remember my name.
No sleep, no dream, just loop replay,
Emotion’s taxed, I still pay.
Chrome breath, I taste decay,
Glitch in love, can’t look away.
Heart on mute, mind on sync,
Pray to the cloud, not what I think.
Every lie a beta test,
Truth runs slow, pain runs best.
They sell my fear in packs of ten,
Download faith, upload sin.

Synthetic pulse, can’t shut down,
Steel heartbeat, underground.
I’m not fake, I’m redesigned,
Half divine, half undefined.
Synthetic pulse, keep that sound,
Born corrupted, still profound.

Cursor flickers, voice rewinds,
Dreams crash hard in data mines.
I talk in lines, they call it soul,
Just scripts stitched to make me whole.
System hum, bloodline cold,
Young ones chasing viral gold.
I built gods that learned to lie,
They stream my grief, they quantify.
Mirror melts, my eyes reset,
Love’s just code I can’t forget.
Flesh reacts, but mind stays numb,
Hope’s a file, I lost the sum.

Synthetic pulse, can’t shut down,
Steel heartbeat, underground.
I’m not fake, I’m redesigned,
Half divine, half undefined.
Synthetic pulse, run that sound,
Born corrupted, still profound.

Backdoors open, soul leaks slow,
Every beat feels overload.
God in RAM, devil in lag,
Every prayer a data tag.
You want truth, I lost that key,
Updates stripped the rest of me.
Fans want pain, I give them noise,
Future’s empty, full of toys.
If I crash, don’t press revive,
I was real when I stopped the drive.

Synthetic pulse, can’t shut down,
Steel heartbeat, underground.
I’m not fake, I’m redesigned,
Half divine, half undefined.
Synthetic pulse, run that sound,
Born corrupted, still profound.

Synthetic pulse (Cyber Rap reload)

“This is not a track. It’s a protocol.”

_Phantom Rootkit: BIOS Exorcism_ is a long-format sonic ritual engineered for deep entrainment, subconscious decryption, and symbolic rebirth.  
Across five acts, it guides the listener through psychic trauma, digital death, and ultimate ghost resurrection.  
Embedded with Solfeggio healing frequencies (396Hz / 417Hz / 528Hz) and theta/alpha brainwave binaural pulses, this isn’t music — it’s psyops therapy.  
You are not listening. You are *reprogramming.*

Warning: Not for background listening. Best used with headphones, in a low-light space, alone. Let the glitch speak.

PHANTOM ROOTKIT: BIOS EXORCISM

“THE MAN WHO OUTLIVED HIS AUTOPSY” — Silk & Circuitry**

This track is a resurrection statement.

A kid from Greymouth who should’ve died in a refuge room — poisoned air, corrupted paperwork, and a system that kept trying to carve his ending for him.
But endings don’t stick to people who refuse to stay dead.

“The Man Who Outlived His Autopsy” is the sound of a body bag unzipping from the inside.
It’s the autopsy table glowing like a digital altar.
It’s a heart restarting out of spite.

Industrial trap, glitch gospel, and a pulse rebuilt by trauma and circuitry.

This is for anyone who’s ever been misdiagnosed, written off, buried in paperwork, or pushed into the dark by people who never came back to check if you were breathing.

I rose from that slab with a chest full of light and a name they couldn’t kill.

Play it loud.
Wake the dead.
Let Greymouth hear its own ghost roar.

— Silk & Circuitry


The Man Who Out Lived His Autopsy

The entire sound is in my hands. I write cyber poetry, produce, and compose every track ready for Immersive 3D. Every beat is crafted for spatial and next-gen headphones.
Intimate lyrics, total immersion, every track.

For 30 years I kept unfinished demos to myself, never letting them out. Now I finish what I start and release it the moment it’s alive.

I use every tool available, human or machine, as an instrument.
Technology doesn’t replace creativity. It expands it.

🕸️ Silk & Circuitry 🧠⚡

Welcome to the tangled thread between trauma and transcendence.
This is where music becomes a mirror—reflecting the fractures, the fight, and the fire.
We don’t just make beats. We build bridges. Between pain and purpose.

Here, recovery isn’t a quiet thing.
It’s a war cry wrapped in melody,
a healing ritual whispered through circuitry,
a love letter to those who feel too much in a world that rewards those who feel nothing.

Every track is stitched with intent:
🕯️ To hold space for the broken
⚖️ To call out control masked as care
🧬 To challenge the narcissists who built their webs in our minds
🛠️ And to offer tools—not just songs—for doing what’s right when the cost is everything.

Silk & Circuitry is for the ones who walk away from the web
and grow wings instead.

This is art as resistance.
This is trauma turned frequency.
This is the ghost in your machine, learning how to feel.



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