MUSIC IN PHASE SPACE

Tag: sci-fi

  • Phillip K Dick

    Ted Chiang makes a tidy distinction: fantasy is when the universe gives a damn—about you, your dreams, your bloodline. It breaks the rules just for you. Science fiction, on the other hand, doesn’t care. It’s rule-bound, mechanical, indifferent. Same physics for everyone. Philip K. Dick, though—he screws with the boundary. He takes some schlub in…

  • Cyberpunk

    Lately, I’ve been thinking about cyberpunk’s jagged grip on the collective id, its knack for haunting the edges of our digital decay like a rogue algorithm stuck on loop.  Cyberpunk isn’t just about dystopian futures—it’s about the failure of successive belief systems, each of which once promised order, progress, or salvation but collapsed under their…

  • Aphrodisiac Jacket

    1 The heat signatures moved across the screen in slow, rhythmic pulses, as if the algorithm itself was breathing. Gaza, 3:42 AM. A suspected militant, nothing more than a glowing red figure in the machine’s gaze, exited a cinderblock home, stretching his arms in the night air. A drone hovered above, invisible to him, watching.…

  • Butler

    You wake up. Reach for the phone. Thumb scrolls before brain boots. Load me up, Jack. Infinite feeds, infinite loops. A dopamine drip straight to the veins, a carnival of blinking lights. You don’t even know what’re looking at. Doesn’t matter. The Machine knows. The Machine feeds.   And the screen hums like a cicada…

  • Stargate

    Ah, yes, the Stargate project—an allegory for the present moment, a monument to the madness of techno-optimism, with its endless stream of corporate behemoths like SoftBank, Oracle, Microsoft, NVIDIA, and others all rubbing their hands together in glee. It’s as if we’ve entered a dystopian remake of the 1994 Stargate film, this time with some…

  • The Space Merchants

    The Space Merchants—a book that captures today’s farcical present and inevitable future better than any Orwellian or Huxleyan fever dream. Forget 1984; this is a world where satire from 20 years ago gets picked up by the tech industry and polished into grim reality. What was once a joke is now a business model, and…

  • Soviet Sci-Fi, and the Dream of Hyper-Organicity

    This piece draws continuity from Venkatesh Rao’s excellent Contraptions post, “We Are The Robots” which begins with Kraftwerk’s iconic ode to the machine age and moves through fascinating detours on technology, systems, and culture. It felt like a natural fit for my “Music in Phase Space” playlist—a space where a music lede meets deeper questions…

  • Rover

    The screen flickered again, its harsh blue glow casting jagged, angular shadows across the cockpit. Rover Unit R-VR07 adjusted his position within the cramped confines of the escape pod, his articulated limbs whirring softly against the silence. Somewhere deep within his titanium chassis, algorithms churned in quiet frustration. They found no solution. The barren rock…

  • Firestarter

    Scene: Boardroom, Stratodyne Aerospace Headquarters, circa Now The conference room shimmered with chrome surfaces and LED screens, a mausoleum for billion-dollar decisions. Aloysius “Al” Riparini, CEO of Stratodyne Aerospace and occasional reader of Popular Mechanics, slouched in his ergonomic chair like a sullen Apollo.  He forward, hands steepled, his face carved in the grim expression…

  • The Baron Commissar

    The Baron Commissar, his face a map of scars etched by shadows of power and betrayal, leaned in, eyes burning through the young officer. The room, a dank subterranean abyss, was lit by the flicker of a single, bare bulb, casting obscene, writhing shadows on the walls. “You see, my young acolyte,” the Baron intoned,…