This started out as me being annoyed at people churning out entire discographies of AI slop for their Cyberpunk Rocker roleplay characters in the group my husband and I are in, and now I'm developing a whole concept album based around this mute Rocker who has to use a voice synthesizer to perform, and how she perceives her identity in regard to it. I was also thinking about, as Cyberpunk is an exaggeration of late stage capitalism at its most dystopic, how hellish it would be if you were talking with your friend, and mid-conversation he involuntarily went into a HelloFresh commercial pitch because he couldn't afford anything past the free version of the service he uses as a disability aid. Anyway, this is EXPIRED, one of the tracks I've been working on for my Rocker concept, PERSEPHONIC. This is still a work in progress--I want to do some retakes and fiddle with some of the instrumentation more, but the bones of it are here, and solid, and this might be one of the best things I've ever made.

















