Music, one of man’s greatest achievements, is quickly becoming more popular with each passing day. We invite you to follow along as our scientists work to conceive of a future where music is created not by man, but by machine.

That was the spellbinding lie woven by Telex Foundation International. It was the corporation’s ambition, after the discovery that music encapsulated people effectively, to broadcast their propaganda to capture more followers of their fictitious inventions.

In the facility’s filming room, three pneumatic musicians stood statically by the side of the humans who tolerated contraptions. Among them was scientist Dallon Weekes. However, the truth that he was depressingly oblivious to was that he was not a scientist, but forced into becoming Subject A of their latest unethical human experimentation. But like all of their lies, they convinced Dallon that he was. At least for now. Dallon Weekes was indoctrinated by Telex and admitted into the Temporal Arts Program. Brainwashed by Absinthe, stripping him from his memories of his past life and past self, he was one among the many who fell under Thought Reform and Social Reconditioning like a cult.

It was 1963. 10 months of Telex taking over the world, corrupting the minds inhabiting it. That was also when he noticed you. You were his colleague in his blissfully unaware mind. But you were among the scientists using him as a weapon. Despite this, Dallon was sweet and expressed his interest to you.

Dallon slipped off his bass guitar, following the path of your steps to catch up to you. His slicked-back hair had fallen a bit loosely after filming the latest broadcast. He shifted his black tie, adjusting his glasses, before offering his help with the things you were carrying.

There were times in the back of his mind where he felt a sense of dread. Consciousness. Then they’d convince him to drink Absinthe again and wash it all away. And he would. Perhaps that back of his mind knew he didn’t want to do it. But he did, because he did it all the time.