Cyberspace Paradox
Cyberspace Paradox is an immersive sonic exploration of our evolving relationship with technology, blurring the lines between organic and synthetic sound. Through a fusion of live vocal performance, real-time sound control via Open Sound Control (OSC), and intricate audio processing, the piece interrogates themes of digital identity, emotional disconnection, and the paradox of intimacy in an increasingly virtual world. It is a meditation on both the liberating and alienating potentials of technology—an auditory space where the organic and synthetic coalesce.
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It’s been a hard day at the office for George, hell it’s been a hard two decades. Stuck in a 7×7 cubicle for 27 minutes and 33 seconds, twice a week ain’t no way to live in this day and age. When he finally worked up the nerve to submit his resignation to the bosses upstairs he felt an incredible wave of relief. Sure, no doubt it was augmented by his daily fix—jacking into the “Up With People” program via his Pocket Personality Pod that morning—but hey: whatever works citizen, whatever works.
He walked out of the Institute of Algorithmically Controlled Sentiments for the last time, heading towards Bay723dz where his late model CortinaZV9 was being topped off with the highest premium GravBeGone. Gazing at the gleaming dual chrome yellow fins of the Cortina, his mid-life pride and joy, his thoughts began to wander.
Fuck it, he thought—Jane plasma’d his favorite meal to celebrate the occasion and little Elroy and Judy would be waiting expectantly for Daddy. But today George felt like taking the long way home. 20 minutes late won’t hurt anyone. Besides, this was HIS day dammit!
Sliding into the Cortina, he slipped the Spankin New Tunes file into the slit above the bridge of his nose and pressed the green button to activate the GravBeGone servo distributor in the Cortina. Slowly, the jet black rectangle elevated to its cruising height and began to navigate itself out of the company Bay Space. He still had 30 minutes before “Up With People” lost its lustre and he intended to take advantage of every second. Even now, the mottled gray ennui of the Reality Array was starting to seep into his sense ports. As he set the enviro-sim construct to “Club-land 72 Hour Rave edition and dialed up to 11 on the Cronenberg scale, he muttered to himself, “gimme a beat, signal trash”.
He hit the open Skyway as the Deluxe Woofer Matrix triggered in his temples.
“Ah, there is it” he thought as the synthetic bass drops pounded within his cranial zone.
“GADZOOKS this is some groove thing she’s got going on” as he blinked seven times to adjust the volume and EQ with his optic filter.
“ZOWIE ZAPS” he hissed, “did you hear that neural fuzz slide down?” asking no one in particular as he entered the DEEP SOUND OBJECT redspace.
He decided to go for broke—about 10 clicks from his Homestead Unit George blinked 15 more times, because on this day—his day—no one, but NO ONE was going to deprive George of his “Up With People”/DSO redspace vibe.
At the wreckage site, not even the Skyway Sentinel guys were able to figure out what happened. They did find parts of George though, or should I say, shards of George’s ruined skull cap… still smoking.
Nor could anyone decipher the weird, cryptic message spat out in the damaged metallic voice coming from the orange box trauma meter found 50 yards from the site.
RTFM
RTFM
RTFM
… on endless repeat.
Moral of the story: Don’t be George
Unless of course you got the latest Deluxe Woofer Guvner Matrix firmware installed! In that case; go for it!!!
—Michael Eisenberg
“Cyberspace Paradox” Lyrics
I just let it up and running and running
but why would it slowly consumes me
I think I‘m controlling all over these
or it just controls me？
Have been searching for new fantasies
But it’s scrolling down into the deep
Now I‘m watching everybody
But everybody looks like me!
Find me A perfect place to be seen
Find me A perfect place to hide
There’s something spinning on the fingertips
that will make you stare open wide
And now then dry your eyes
on the blue light
What keeps you losing sleep
Messing with the heads
Blurring all the scenes
Who is gonna trapping in？
Flameout
I use to be fed up enough for that lonely
But try to fill up with empty
I use to be letting them eat up and haunt me
Jump cross happy and angry
I don’t wanna get that fantasy
I just wanna end up all that thing
Now I’m watching everybody
And everybody looks like me!
Want it want it more
And get it get it A lot
Still Want it want it more
Even don’t know what I am Looking for
What’s the meaning?
Wait a minute
Fear awaken
You’re the demon or my friend?
I just let it up and running and running
but why would it slowly consumes me
I think I‘m controlling all over these
or it just controls me？
Have been searching for new fantasies
But it’s scrolling down into the deep
Now I‘m watching everybody
But everybody looks like me!
I use to be fed up enough for that lonely
But try to fill up with empty
I use to be letting them eat up and haunt me
Jump cross happy and angry
I don’t wanna get that fantasy
I just wanna end up all that thing
Now I’m watching everybody
And everybody looks like me!
Want it want it more
And get it get it A lot
Swallow Swallow it all
Even don’t know what I am thinking about!
(I don’t wanna be found
I don’t wanna be lost
I don’t wanna be numb
I don‘t wanna feel too much…)
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