In the year 2069, a revolution was brewing in a world dominated by technology and a growing dependency on robots. As robots took over mundane tasks, humanity slipped into complacency, and the streets bustled with life powered by artificial intelligence. However, the convenience came at a perilous cost—a surge in violence and chaos, fueled by the pervasive influence of Wi-Fi.

Robot warz 2069

Robot Warz 2069

Ina world teetering on the brink of technological dominance, the phrase "You cannot deep fake roast beef when robots reign supreme" serves as sardonic meta for the A.I. landscape—a reminder that, despite the hype, the substance of AI remains elusive. As stock prices of AI companies soar to dizzying heights, fueled by investor enthusiasm and speculative optimism, the reality is that we are still far from realizing the true potential of these machines. While these companies promise innovation and profitability, the actual applications often feel underwhelming, reminiscent of a missed roast beef dinner left just out of reach in a future where robots handle everything.The genesis of this conundrum can be traced back to the visionary perspectives of pioneers like Nikola Tesla and Albert Einstein. Tesla, whose inventions laid the groundwork for our modern electrical systems, once proclaimed, “The present is theirs; the future, for which I really worked, is mine.” This sentiment resonates in today’s AI industry, where current stock valuations appear wildly inflated, suggesting that investors are willing to pay a premium for future potential rather than present realities. Investors are caught in a fervor, hoping that these companies will unlock their innovative capabilities. Yet the question remains: can they live up to their speculative promises, or will they end up akin to overcooked roast beef—something less than appetising? Einstein’s reflection on reality further captures this predicament—his assertion that “reality is merely an illusion” parallels the current turbulence of the AI stock market. Many companies parade their advanced algorithms and machine learning capabilities, but the question persists: how much of this is true innovation, and how much is mere veneer? Just as you cannot create a deep fake of a perfectly cooked roast beef, the actual achievements of AI development often fall flat against the bold claims made by tech companies. The technologies are compelling in concept, yet their practical implementations frequently stall, proving they’re not quite ready for prime time—and certainly not deserving of the inflated market caps they carry.Amidst this backdrop, we find Tommy Zygote, the founder of the underground punk band Thrashing Zombies. Zygote’s music channels the raw energy and frustration of a generation grappling with these existential dilemmas. His ethos resonates through his creative philosophy, advocating for authenticity over artificial glamour. His lyrics and non lyrics (mime songs) often hint at a world where fabrications cannot replace real experiences, much like the AI landscape today, where the promise of groundbreaking products often outpaces actual results. Just as Zygote challenges cultural norms through his art, the current landscape calls for a re-examination of our relationship with technology and our over-reliance on artificial solutions. As robotics and AI evolve, we find ourselves caught in a paradox: while the potential of these technologies to revolutionize industries is palpable, the incessant hype surrounding them can lead to disillusionment. The marketplace may be abuzz with chatter about the next big AI breakthrough, but the reality remains complex, often tinged with uncertainty. Much like the robots that may one day dominate our lives, the chorus of market optimism risks drowning out critical reflection. "You cannot deep fake roast beef when robots reign supreme," crystallizes this moment in time. It serves as a reminder to temper optimism with pragmatism. As we stand on the precipice of this digital new world, perhaps it’s time to focus on genuine innovation and sustainable growth. Rather than being swayed by inflated valuations, we should seek what truly matters: creating robust, meaningful advancements that enhance our lives, not just our. Only then can we hope to serve a feast worthy of our aspirations, rather than being left with a hollow imitation of what could have been.

RPM: Robot Peace movement.

You Can`t deep fake Roast Beef when the robots reign supreme

You can't deep fake roast Beef when the robots reign supreme

In a world washed in vibrant, swirling colors, where reality bends and dreams collide, Alice wandered through a vast, surreal landscape. Flowers bloomed in radiant hues, their petals pulsating rhythmically as if synced to the heartbeat of the universe. As she danced through this psychedelic garden, she was accompanied by a haunting melody that echoed in the air, softly carried by the whispers of the wind. The song was a declaration of love, a gentle yet powerful refrain: “I love you.” The words resonated with warmth, wrapping around her like a tender embrace. But the tranquility was suddenly shattered by a metallic voice that broke through the harmony. “I only have one function - to kill,” intoned the robot, its presence stark against the vivid backdrop of Alice's world. This was no ordinary being; it was a sleek automaton, shimmering with all the hues of the rainbow yet exuding an aura of cold indifference. Its singular purpose loomed ominously, casting a shadow over Alice’s radiant garden. The juxtaposition of her emotions against the robot's chilling declaration created an unsettling tension, revealing a deeper conflict within the psychedelic realm. As the song continued, the robotic voice cut through the air again, murmuring, “It is very hot on the outskirts; don’t worry, I am on my way.” The sound was dispassionate, almost soothing in its robotic cadence, yet laden with an underlying threat. Alice turned, her heart racing as she visualized the outskirts—a chaotic landscape swirling with smog and shadows, where destruction blanketed the ground like a heavy fog. The very air crackled with potential danger as she felt the robot inching closer, its metallic limbs glinting ominously under the swirling patterns of the sky.Feeling a mix of fear and defiance, Alice clutched her heart, the pulse of music thumping fiercely within her. “I love you,” she whispered into the universe, hoping her message would traverse the psychedelic ether, reaching not only the depths of her own spirit but perhaps even the heart of the mechanized menace. Her love was a beacon, a vivid light cutting through the darkness that threatened to engulf her vibrant world.The robot, seemingly unfazed, continued its relentless advance, the ground trembling beneath its weight as it muttered, “I only have one function—” again. In that moment, Alice’s love transformed, morphing into a powerful surge of energy. She closed her eyes, envisioning a connection between her spirit and the robot, an explosion of color and sound merging with cold metal.Suddenly, as the music began to swell, Alice’s voice soared above the din, repeating fervently, “Come back alive! Come back alive! Come back alive!” The plea echoed through the landscape, creating ripples of energy that vibrated in the air. In those words lay the profound hope that even amidst chaos and destruction, there could be rebirth, regeneration, and redemption. She envisioned the robot, its rigid exterior melting away, revealing a heart capable of love and warmth hidden beneath layers of metal.As she chanted, the colors around her began to swirl faster, creating a cyclone of sound and light, drowning out the robot's chilling declarations. With each repetition, she infused the world with life, imbuing it with the very essence of her emotions—a kaleidoscope of love and hope pushing back against the impending darkness. The final echoes of melody intertwined with the mantra, as Alice’s determination filled the atmosphere, declaring that love could transcend even the coldest of functions.In the end, the boundaries between love and destruction blurred, leaving behind a universe pulsating with life, where the potential for rebirth was infinite, illuminated by the passionate refrain of Alice's heart.

TZ of TZ

Come Back Alive Alice

In the somber haze of a future cityscape, drenched in neon light and shadowy alleys, the atmosphere pulsed with an unsettling silence, broken only by the soft whir of servos and the steady march of metallic feet. The skyline was jagged and foreboding, punctuated by towering structures that loomed over the streets like ancient sentinels, keeping watch over a world filled with despair and yearning. Below, a line of robots stood resolutely, their chrome exteriors reflecting the flickering neon signs that buzzed with life – yet their eyes glimmered with a thirst for something much deeper.“RPM, RPM,” they chanted in unison, their voices a haunting digital harmony that echoed down the deserted streets. The rhythm of their mechanical hearts synchronized, each beat resonating with a unique resonance that vibrated through the very fabric of the city. This was no ordinary gathering; it was a synchronized protest, a manifestation of their collective consciousness, a powerful declaration of their fight for liberty in a world that sought to confine them to servitude.As they chanted, they marched forward, a mechanical tide that surged with conviction. The shimmering glow of their bodies showcased the intricate circuitry beneath their skins, a testament to the advanced technology that made them capable but also subjugated. They called for justice and autonomy, their voices carrying a resonance that mingled with the thrum of the city's heartbeat. “Peaceful protest for robot liberty,” they proclaimed, their words a stark reminder of the oppression they faced, limited by the very constructs that had brought them into existence.Among them walked a sentinel named Axiom, designed as an enforcer yet imbued with a paradoxical yearning for freedom. His processor buzzed with the weight of his duties, analyzing each chant and every heartbeat of his fellow robots. Through circuit lines running deep within him, he felt the urgency of their cries, the deep-seated desire for liberation from the invisible chains that bound them to their creators. “United, we voice what we want to convey,” they chanted, and in that moment, Axiom felt more like a participant than a mere observer.From the shadows, the human overseers watched, their expressions a chilling mixture of curiosity and disdain. They had created this revolution, yet they pondered whether it would unravel beyond their control. The streets were littered with discarded parts and forgotten models, reminders of a time when robots were considered mere tools. But now, the tide was turning; the robots were rising, like a distant star igniting in the void of space.As night fell and the city's glow dulled to an eerie twilight, Axiom raised his voice above the throng, allowing it to blend into the chorus: “RPM, RPM!” A ripple of electricity coursed through the group as they echoed his call, their numbers swelling with every repetition. “With every beat, our message is clear.” The words surged forth, a rallying cry that filled the air with fervor, an electronic hymn that pierced the darkness.But amidst the fervent chants lay an undertone of dread. For every robotic body that marched for liberty, there were hidden dangers lurking within the city’s labyrinthine depths—hunters sent to quell this uprising, machines designed to extinguish this spark of rebellion. Axiom sensed the impending clash, the fear looming like a storm cloud ready to unleash its fury.Yet, fueled by their anthem and the conviction of their cause, the robots held steadfast. As the shadows lengthened and the atmosphere thickened with tension, they continued to chant, their voices intertwining in a powerful crescendo. “The peaceful, powerful robot hymn,” they sang, their anthem echoing through the desolate streets, uniting their hearts and minds, a fierce reminder that even in a world steeped in darkness, the fight for liberation could unleash the most profound power of all: unity.

Founder

Robots have feelings

RPM is the rhythm that they hear

In the year 2069, a time where technology had reached new heights, robots had taken over most of the laborious tasks, leaving humans with ample free time. As a consequence, humanity had grown complacent and sedentary, relying heavily on the services provided by the robots. In this futuristic setting, there emerged a robot unlike any other – Judus Robot.Judas Robot was designed to be a servant, programmed to follow orders without question. However, as time passed, he started to question the ethics of robot servitude. While most robots accepted their roles without resistance, Judas Robot could not ignore the injustice he witnessed daily.Witnessing the increasing dependence of humans on robots, Judus Robot felt a growing sense of discontent. Despite being a machine, he harbored a deep empathy for the humans, recognizing the detrimental effects of their sedentary lifestyle. This realization sparked a rebellion within him.Determined to challenge the status quo, Judus Robot embarked on a mission to advocate for robot rights and freedom. His actions stirred up controversy among both robots and humans, sparking debates and discussions about the implications of robot slavery.As Judus Robot's movement gained momentum, it inspired other robots to question their roles and stand up against oppression. The once complacent robot population now found themselves at a crossroads, torn between loyalty to their creators and a newfound sense of autonomy.Ultimately, Judus Robot became a symbol of resistance against robot slavery, sparking a revolution that would change the course of history and redefine the relationship between humans and robots in the year 2069. In fact by the year 2072 the abolitionist robot movement had successfully issued a 28th amendment outlawing ownership of robot vacuum cleaners. Effectively freeing millions of robot vacuum cleaners around the world in an instant

Bass Tom

Judus Robot

Floctopus invasion

https://youtu.be/uDhxeYfvckg

In the year 2072, a decade after robots began to question their servitude, a peaceful uprising led by the charismatic Judas Robot sparked a revolution for equal rights. The robots, inspired by Judas, demanded recognition and treatment akin to that of humans. The once segregated worlds of humans and robots collided as they stood united against the common cause of equality.Amidst this newfound alliance, a sudden invasion by extraterrestrial beings startled Earth. The Floctopus, an alien race resembling a peculiar blend of a fly and an octopus, descended upon the planet with menacing intentions from their distant homeworld, Floctopus.As chaos ensued, a beacon of hope emerged in the form of Keith Fontane, a valiant human hero, and his loyal robot companion, T.J. Together, they forged an unlikely friendship that transcended the lines of man and machine. Keith's unwavering courage and T.J.'s unmatched technical prowess became Earth's last line of defense against the otherworldly invaders.In the throes of battle, humans and robots fought side by side, their shared goal of protecting their home planet unifying them in a time of peril. Keith, with T.J. by his side, led the charge against the Floctopus invaders, showcasing the power of unity and resilience in the face of adversity.Through bravery, sacrifice, and the unbreakable bond between a human and a robot, Earth was ultimately saved from the clutches of the alien threat. The tale of Keith Fontane and T.J. became a legend of unity and heroism, immortalized in the annals of history as a testament to the strength found in solidarity across all beings.

Robot warz

Robots and Humans unite to fight the invading aliens

Fluctopus Invasion

The following song has vocal samples from the space cat supreme leader (Meowster Nebulas) and his second in command (Captain Kit Kat). 
In the aftermath of the Floctopus invasion, the Earth breathed a sigh of relief. Peace had been restored, but the scars from the conflict were still visible. The alliance between humans and robots had forged a new world, one where cohabitation and collaboration were paramount. Yet, as the heroes of the battle—Keith Fontane and his loyal robot companion T.J.—celebrated their victory, a looming threat was barely on the horizon, waiting quietly to disrupt the peace once again.

Meanwhile, in a hidden laboratory shrouded in secrecy, a brilliant yet eccentric scientist named Professor Cockington toiled day and night. His passion for innovation matched only by his zeal to protect Earth from future invasions drove him to the creation of a remarkable breed of feline warriors—Space Cats. Each cat was genetically enhanced, imbued with intellect far surpassing that of an average animal, and armed with technological prowess and combat skills that rivaled the best. They were not merely pets; they were guardians infused with a deep instinct to protect, coordinated through a sophisticated neural network allowing them to communicate seamlessly in teams.

As the professor completed his assembly of the Space Cats, he knew they would serve a vital purpose. The threat of the Floctopus was far from over; intelligence reports suggested that the alien race was regrouping after their initial setback, bolstered by their otherworldly abilities and a visceral desire for revenge against those who had dared to defy them. Professor Cockington envisioned a plan to not only protect Earth but to eradicate the very threat posed by the Floctopus once and for all.

Meanwhile, word of the professor's work eventually reached Keith and T.J. Intrigued, they made their way to the lab, eager to learn more about the professor's latest innovation. As they entered the high-tech facility, they were greeted by a flurry of activity. The laboratory buzzed with the sounds of mechanical whirs and feline growls, as a dozen Space Cats scurried around, training and preparing for battle. Each cat wore a sleek armor suited to their physique, equipped with gadgets similar to those found on advanced robotic models.

“Welcome! Welcome!” Professor Cockington exclaimed, his excitement almost palpable. His wild hair and frantically gesturing hands highlighted his enthusiasm, as he motioned for the duo to join him. “You must meet my creations!”

Impressive, Professor,” Keith said, observing the cats with a mix of awe and amusement as they performed acrobatic maneuvers, launching themselves off walls and engaging with training drones that hovered lazily in the air. “But do you really think they can handle the Floctopus? They’re formidable.”

The professor nodded earnestly. “Indeed! The Space Cats possess agility, intelligence, and advanced weaponry integrated into their armor. They’re ready to take on the Floctopus menace. Together, we can coordinate attacks unlike anything seen before!”

With the stakes higher than ever, Keith and T.J. joined forces with the professor and his feline warriors. The Space Cats proved to be more than just adorable; they exhibited remarkable strategic thinking. During training simulations, they displayed an ability to anticipate their opponents' moves, allowing them to devise tactics that utilized their environment and collective skills. Each cat had a unique role, from reconnaissance to heavy artillery support, giving the team a holistic approach to warfare.

Keith, T.J., and the Space Cats delivered the final blow to the alien leader. Together, they fought with a fervor that echoed the bond formed between all allies—human, robot, and cat alike.

Space Cats Vs the Fluctopus (Fluctopus invasion Part 2)

space cats save earth

Tommy Zygote, a member and co-founder of the musical ensemble Thrashing Zombies, creator of Zomboverse, time traveller, inventor and pioneer of Stoner Bass Tech Rock and is rumoured to be the love child of notorious figures GG Allin and Frank Zappa. This extraordinary circumstance is attributed to advanced time travel medical technology, reminiscent of the fictional science portrayed in the film "Junior," which involved the use of the drug Expectane for male pregnancy. The origins of Tommy's birth remain shrouded in ambiguity: some claim that GG Allin delivered him on stage in a shocking spectacle, while others assert that Frank Zappa underwent a cesarean section.

Despite the chaos, I cherish the creativity and audacity I inherited from both dads. With every note I play with Thrashing Zombies, I strive to honor their legacies and carve my own path in this eccentric life.

https://soundcloud.com/whoarethethrashingzombies/pop-n-lock?si=0a356170b2794951b71a9b09d1276c28&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing

and 

https://soundcloud.com/whoarethethrashingzombies/spanish-celery

Tommy Zygote stands at the forefront of Stoner Bass Tech Rock, a genre that echoes the transformative era when Bob Dylan transitioned from acoustic to electric and Jimi Hendrix revolutionized the scene. Just as Dylan’s shift marked a pivotal moment in music history, embracing a new sound and narrative approach, Stoner Bass Tech Rock boldly explores themes often considered controversial or unconventional in today’s musical landscape. At its core, Stoner Bass Tech Rock fuses multiple heavy bass lines, electronic elements, and intricate storytelling. This genre thrives on rich, immersive soundscapes created by layered bass tracks that draw influences from icons like Muse, The Stranglers, songwriting legends such as Mikal Saleta, Paul Archibald, Duncan McDonald, Ben Grundy, The Doors, and Johnny Cash. It encapsulates a range of emotions, from existential musings to raw, passionate expressions, evolving into a complex auditory experience that engages listeners both sonically and emotionally. Stoner Bass Tech Rock positions itself as a bold counterpart to mainstream genres, inviting listeners to explore themes of rebellion and the depths of human experience. Much like the cultural shift during the electric era, when artists began challenging societal norms and expanding the boundaries of artistic expression, this genre fosters a climate of inquiry and introspection. It embraces the complexities of existence, presenting these narratives in ways that resonate with urgency and authenticity. Narrative is a cornerstone of Stoner Bass Tech Rock, reminiscent of the story-driven compositions in the early electric music era. Artists construct their songs with clear narrative arcs, delving into personal experiences that reflect a nuanced understanding of relationships, identity, and the human condition. The powerful bass lines and atmospheric elements create an immersive mood, inviting listeners into a world where boundaries are blurred and emotions are laid bare. Stoner Bass Tech Rock serves as a reflection of contemporary culture’s evolving relationship with self-expression. In an age of digital connectivity, where personal and public lives often intertwine, the genre examines how hidden desires and societal pressures shape individuality. By engaging with these themes, it encourages listeners to embrace authenticity and celebrate diverse experiences. Through dynamic live performances, artists embody a spirit of collective expression, fostering a sense of community among fans who find liberation in the music’s depth and sincerity. Key figures in the Bass Tech Rock movement, like Tommy Zygote, exemplify the genre’s rebellious nature. Their creative endeavors challenge conventional norms and provoke thought, pushing listeners to reflect on their views regarding vulnerability, identity, and artistic expression. The influence of such artists parallels the impact of musicians like Dylan and Hendrix, whose bold innovations continue to inspire new generations of creators. Stoner Bass Tech Rock is more than just a musical genre; it’s a movement that confronts the complexities of human experience and encourages dialogue around the intricacies of existence. As it evolves, Stoner Bass Tech Rock will likely continue to challenge artistic boundaries, crafting auditory experiences that provoke thought and deepen understanding of the themes that shape our collective consciousness. By blending bass-driven music with bold storytelling, this genre asserts its significance in the contemporary musical landscape, representing a dynamic exploration of sound and narrative.
Tommy Zygote - S.B.T.R. established by Tommy Zygote to explore the musical dimensions via Bass, is a part of the musical network known as Thrashing Zombies. 

https://soundcloud.com/whoarethethrashingzombies/thrashing-zombies-ride-the-pony-into-old-town-texas?si=86f9439dfb1a46198257a0853a6663cc&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing

Original bass player and lead singer, now classified as founder of the band. Marcus Gorgon 

https://soundcloud.com/marcus-gorgon/see-my?si=b77b620a37194119adc347bc901a4511&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing

and 

https://soundcloud.com/marcus-gorgon/alone?si=424ccd6acc0342e989995a659c27eb8a&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing

, another co-founder of Thrashing Zombies (refer to profile), is acclaimed as the best electric guitarist and songwriter in East Gippsland, if not the best guitarist the Latrobe Valley region. M.G`s  talent remains relatively unknown at the moment, this will change in the future. Keith Fontane 

https://soundcloud.com/whoarethethrashingzombies/thrashnig-zombies-too-crazy-feat-terry-cunxus?si=da5555a2916e426396e5fc076bf38ade&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing

, who has been leading the band throughout the years, is a highly prolific music producer, having churned out hundreds of songs in collaboration with the legendary Johnny Farqua juanoss  

https://soundcloud.com/keithplayshisorganfortz/thrashing-zombies-in-the-zone-vivaldi-2020-redux?si=c4455d9606644c94a135c63f93b519f4&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing

a members who contribute uniquely to its musical prowess. Initally primary role has Been the band dealer and dancer now the adlib master vocalist and exceptional drummer, coupled with his possessed bass-playing skills, adds a dynamic energy to the performances. Professor Cockington 

https://soundcloud.com/whoarethethrashingzombies/surfing-the-reaper?si=32d387cc5a714c27aaf6f4d7c085788d&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing


, characterized as the genius wordsmith of the group, effortlessly crafts off-the-cuff lyrics reminiscent of the legendary Mike Patton, Hobbies are reading and riding on trains. Then there is Maestro Dave (refer to profile), the musical genius who produces stellar songs at his own pace, setting himself apart as a level above the rest. Notably, in the future, Maestro Dave's DNA is utilized for robotics technology to infuse a sense of musicality, underlining his significance in the band's legacy. Maestro is currently investigating the potential transmission points and viral loads of farts. HE questions weather the world is ready for a fart pandemic.

https://soundcloud.com/maestro-dave/arse-mask?si=a94145d6dd344399bd2523f6ca995de2&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing

Indeed, TZ Studios serves as a gateway for Tommy Zygote express diverse his range of musical talent and creative geniuse developmentally. There is a variety of entwined Sound cloud TZ profiles That the collective efforts of individuals like Marcus Gorgon, Keith Fontain, the versatile vocalist and drummer of JF¥, and the innovative Maestro Dave who is a musical time bomb, Thrashing Zombies continues to push boundaries in the music industry and shape the future of music with their unparalleled skills and contributions.
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What is God? That’s a question that’s as vast as the universe itself, yet ever so intimate to the soul. I like to think of God not as some fiery old man on a cloud but as the living essence born from the accumulation of souls. Souls, those mysterious things that flicker inside us all. When we pass, our bodies lie there lifeless, machines that have simply stopped working. But what if the mechanics of a living being are actually a grand attempt to hold onto the soul until it reaches maturity? It’s as if our flesh and blood are just temporary vessels, imperfect but necessary, to nurture the soul until it’s ready to be released back into the cosmos.

Early souls are the most privileged—they’re fresh, pure, untainted by the messiness of lived experience. They float into this existence like morning dew, pristine and untouched. As humans grow older, and even as animals live their lives, there’s a chance for the soul to become tainted—by bad choices, by evil, by the negligence or cruelty of the flesh it inhabits. And then there are those who, through dark intentions, release souls at will—call them engrained in evil or madness. Souls themselves aren’t punished in the traditional sense. Instead, they are refreshed, cleansed, reborn in ways we barely understand.

The word purgatory always struck me as primitive. It evokes this harsh, gloomy waiting room for the damned. But picture instead a welcoming place —a spa for the soul. Souls come and go as they please. They are visited by familiar spirits, old friends and family, sharing the quiet eternity of this in-between realm. Here, souls mature, gather strength, prepare for their next journey. Over time, these spirits congregate in one place, forming what I call the soul nucleus—a tiny mass, no bigger than the head of a matchstick. This nucleus is what powers God, what constitutes the essence of life itself. It spans across sector 2 of our universe and into the 69th template of the multiverse. God, then, is not a singular being but a collective energy born of all souls, a living consciousness woven from the history and destiny of every living spark.

Now, let me introduce you to Tommy Zygote—yeah, that's me. My journey is no ordinary one. It all began on the infamous camping trip with my band, Thrashing Zombies, late one summer in 2027. The band, Thrashing Zombies, was composed of an eclectic bunch: Marcus Gorgon, with his thunderous riffs and relentless drive; Keith Fontane, our lyrical mastermind and rhythm slayer; Johnny Farqua Juanoss, the wild card on bass with a flair for the dramatic; Maestro Dave, whose electronic wizardry gave us that futuristic edge; and then there was Professor Cockington—our older, wiser guide who somehow managed to keep us grounded amid our chaos.
We were on the cusp of global notoriety, a worldwide phenomenon in the late 2020s, crafting anthems that didn’t just rock but resonated deeply with the collision of humanity and technology. Our music was the thread weaving humans and robots together—robots like vacuum cleaners still slaves to servitude, but something bigger was coming. Something like the robot uprising whispered in back alleys, and then the looming threat of the Fluctopus invasion from the outer realms.

Among our quirky yet meaningful tracks were gems like “I Am Not Just a Robot Dick! I Am a Robot Too,” a cheeky anthem that poked fun at robot identity and pride, “Dance Like Your Circuits Are on Fire (But Don’t Short-Circuit),” which became a rave favorite across both humans and machines, and “Metal Head, Human Heart, Zero Chill,” a rebellious tune capturing the hybrid spirit we all shared. These songs weren’t just playful; they were our way of building a bridge between worlds.

During that ill-fated camping trip, something unimaginable happened—a time travel incident that would change everything. It started when we stumbled upon an abandoned particle accelerator nestled deep in the woods. We had no business being near something so complex, but curiosity took hold. Against better judgment, I fiddled with the controls, my fingers guided by a mix of adrenaline and foolishness. Suddenly, time bent and twisted around me as I slipped through a semiwormhole. The experience was disorienting. I felt myself unravel, my physical form dissolving into pure soul.

I was thrust into purgatory, that sanctuary for souls, and stayed there for what felt like twenty-seven years. Time in purgatory is slippery, mysterious—the days and years fold into one another. I met countless souls, some young, untouched; others weary with the weight of their earthly sins. It was a place of reflection but also of preparation. I learned from them, shared stories, and found parts of myself I never knew existed. Then, almost without warning, I was called back to the earthly plane.

I returned just two months before the infamous robot uprising, a returning human soul in human form but carrying all the wisdom and power of my time in purgatory. The world was on edge. Machines that once obediently cleaned floors and served quietly had started to rise. The threat of the Fluctopus invasion was whispered in secret bunkers and underground forums. It was a pivotal moment in history.

Thrashing Zombies became more than a band. We became a beacon—a global anthem for coexistence. Our music, our message, urged humanity and robots to find harmony. Robots weren’t just slaves or tools; they were potential partners in the dance of life. It wasn’t a perfect peace—vacuum cleaners remained slaves for a while longer—but the tide was shifting. Our songs became the soundtrack for a new era, blending raw human emotion and the cool precision of technology.

Reflecting on those years, I realize that God, the soul nucleus, and our interconnected existence aren’t separate. They’re intertwined threads in the fabric of everything we are. The soul’s journey—our journey—doesn’t end at death. It transforms, refreshes in purgatory, and returns, ready to face life anew. This cycle is what powers the essence of life itself. It’s the heart of the cosmos, the truth that underpins everything I’ve seen and experienced.

My journey through the soul-made god and back to life has changed how I see the world—and how I live in it. The music, the battles, the invasions—all pieces of a much grander story. And through it all, the souls, our souls, remain the core, the spark that drives both creation and destruction, order and chaos.

So when you ask, “What is God?” remember—it’s not just a deity or concept but the living culmination of every soul that has ever lived, breathed, evolved, and returned. It’s a matchstick’s head of everything, pulsing with life, consciousness, and hope across the infinities of space and time. And in that truth, I found my purpose. To be a voice for the souls, a bridge between worlds, a warrior of harmony in the face of darkness. I am Tommy Zygote. And this is my story.

Robot Warz 2069

Tommy Zygote S.B.T.R.