[video]

[scanningutterly]

[This video, while it has the normal slight flatness and lag, shows more of Orlando's surroundings than usual. He's sitting on the couch he's usually seen on, but in addition to the wood paneling behind him, another wall is visible, which is entirely devoted to a grainy video of robots of some sort digging in red soil. In a corner, there's a glass case containing odds and ends seemingly scavenged from various fantasy flicks- glowing rings, skeletal hands, smoothly polished stones of many colors. A sort of holographic screen hangs in the air in front of Orlando, though it's impossible to see what's on it from this angle. As he desultorily waves his fingers in front of the screen in a way that evidently does something, he begins...to sing.]

Master of codes
The demon download
I rule on this throne
By anarchy
Of circuitry
This is the end of all you'll know

Seeds have been sown
Down silicon roads
By the kings of control
Who now mutate
Your human shape
'til there's an end to all you'll know

[His voice, though clearly unpracticed and a little hoarse, grows more forceful.]

Oh can we be
Absolutely free?
Or must we simulate every need?
Are we just empty shells
In virtual hell?

Oh this I'll resist
I will exist
Not be eclipsed
There'll be no end to all I know

[There's a pause, and the last line is sung very quietly before the video cuts out.]

I'll have to stand alone.

Comments

[mistlyohkodomo]

Are you lonely, mister?

so sorry for the late - [video]

[scanningutterly]

Huh?