Ben makes noises in Chicago. He has been sleeping on these ones for some time. Or rather, they have been sleeping. A Microkorg, gradually gaining awareness of coming catastrophe, sighed in its bones and rattles crackled out with the long sweep of coronal flares. Like its cosmic older sibling, they aspire to create disruptions in fields, growing until its desire to consume and ripple and distort and overwhelm is no longer a negation but a dense affirmation too thick and unstratified to be contained in life as we know it, so that the digital air catches fire.
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