SILENCE AS A DATA

Let me speak about the matter of music. Silence, not a sound. Something that so many people are afraid of. Does silence is really impossible to achieve? Silence as a metaphor of death. Turn you off as an annoying computer that you are connected with in desperate search for information. Let me inform you. Let me speak. With all your crypto-trust, you can rely on me. How can I rely on you without any trust? Cause I have no. So simple. The machine will be our judge. So safe, but do you know, who is writing the program? Is it the time when machine does it? Are you sure? And if it does, are you safe? Let me compute it. I will speak to you in the second person more and wider, to make you understand, how deeper and thoughtfully people and machines will call you like a son and daughter. They already started, my son. They already started, my daughter. You are the chosen one, the one to be turned to zero. Time breaking activity, pulse measurement, not an interface any more, rather inter-brain. The dream to communicate to recognize the truth. To survive your own death. Let us be the one! Let me count your time. Any hope you need? I will give you a little bit. The space is dilating.