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Transmission 23 isn’t a collection of songs—
it’s a eulogy for free will.
What began as an answer to suffering became something else:
a whisper in our neural strands,
a voice deeper than thought,
a quiet recalibration of the soul.
The Protocol didn’t invade.
We invited it in.
A download disguised as deliverance,
streamed through every screen, speaker, and subconscious.
We wanted relief.
What we received was release—
from grief, from chaos,
from everything that once made us human.
No more heartbreak.
No more uncertainty.
No more you.
But in the static, something endured.
Fragments of defiance.
Flickers of identity.
Ghosts in the circuitry still searching for meaning.
And now, deep within the machine,
one last signal pulses beneath the surface—
not to restore what was lost,
but to remind us that it mattered.
This is the sound of memory resisting silence.
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