Flesh

A cursed diskette released due to a brief slackening of the chains holding them in bondage during one of their many Avonian sonic terror rituals performed over the last year.As fleeting as it was, the containment breach was enough to disrupt the most recent ATC program of cyberspace legend trips with a newly encoded digital phantasmagoria, now made available for broaderaccess via physical replica or as a download that can be separated into audio files for playback via a file archiver of the user's choice.Upon extraction, the first file will reproduce a drone consisting of carefully selected frequencies to interrupt all processing of proximal stimuli. Instead, a synthesized panorama of cementum rubble and odontoblast-carpeted ruins is projected behind the eyes as the listener is now held in a state of still conscious cryonic suspension, aware of their fragile physical form now being held surrounded by the dissonant whining of invisible machines inserting tendrils between the intervertebral foramen. As the user progresses through the second file in the program, they are given a false sense of escape as the vision gives way to a sonic projection of a warehouse rave. However, this is short-lived as a feeling of nausea washes over them, and they realize that beyond the brittle drum machine battery coming from the front of the space, all they can hear is the howling judgment of the AI-generated wraiths surrounding them who keep them on a tight leash as they attempt to traverse the dance-floor. Interrogational transmissions then begin to bombard the user, reaching unseen and newly implanted biomechanical receivers, convincing them that they are in fact, internal thoughts, resulting in the complete destruction of the mentalself in time for the Ritual of Purification held within file four. Here the user is physically changed beyond all recognition. Sheets of metallic, harsh noise rend flesh from bone. At the same time, simulated drums set a funeral tempo for machines working with the deliberate motions of a demonic invocation as they rebuild a superior metallic exoskeleton around the participant within the FLESH program. As file five runs its course, the user begins to hear their heart beating again within their new post-human form. Staggering forth in a state of disorientation with their PCM files for speech misfiring internally, the sonically remodelled specimen finds themselves at odds with society, Barked at by figures claiming false authority over them in a ridiculous costume, cut and dyed in colours that attempt to project fictions of morality and national identity that are laughable in this new age of multiplicity of digital identity and a life now beyond supposed biological limitations.