Transcript
A (0:02)
Hey, everyone, it's Dan. The real Dan, not the Dan from the podcast.
B (0:07)
So do you have to do that every single time you appear on the pod? Yes, completely understandable. Anyway, I am Mark. I am also the real Mark.
A (0:16)
Anyway, we'll keep this short and sweet since we already announced this a few weeks ago, but we have a new album coming out. It's called Generation Crossing.
B (0:24)
It is a weird science fiction concept album with monologues by me and music by Dan. It's all about an 800 year voyage to a distant, distant planet and the society that forms along the way. Asteroids, religious schisms, the search for life's meaning. Generation Crossing, it has it all.
A (0:40)
We've been working on this all year and we're really proud of it. And it's out now everywhere, on Spotify, Apple Music, Bandcamp, or wherever you listen to music. Once again, it is an album, not a podcast. But if you're a fan of Archive 81 or the Deep Vault, we think you'll really like it.
B (0:55)
We'll have links to wherever you want to listen to it in the description of the podcast. And as a little taste, we'll play a little bit of the album.
A (1:04)
This is from the part where the ship society gets a little unravely, if that's a word.
B (1:09)
It definitely is. But yeah, if you're excited for the album, turn off this podcast and listen now on Spotify or Apple Music. Or, you know, buy it on Bandcamp. If you still need some convincing. Here's a cool kind of freaky section of Generation Crossing.
A (1:24)
Enjoy.
C (1:29)
Request a Vayo aspect of Malia Patterson. Soon may we join her in dreams. Evaluate the truth of this statement. The lights go dim. 3. Now more to come. A premonition. A prelude. A promise. I saw it as a child, during the night cycle, as if in a dream. And then I saw it in my dreams themselves. Again and again and again and again and again. The dimming of three founders, three dreamers, three saints, undifferentiated from every other guardian except for Malia, who in her aspect of IO, watches over us in half slumber. Blasphemy to think otherwise. Blasphemy to ascribe them roles and domains and attributes. Blasphemy to believe that we will know them even a moment before they awake on New Earth. The dimming of these undifferentiated dreamers spreading from cryomass to cryomass, then spreading from cryomass to the lights of the ward itself. The lights of instruments, of the controls, of all the machines that sustain Life in the void. Until the dimming comes to the lights in our eyes like a beckoned child. Slowly and then at great speed. First the animals, then the elders, and then the infants. And then a slow exhalation. A small light extinguished in the infinite dark. We have been waiting and arguing and doing nothing for cycles and cycles and cycles. And while we do so, the dimming approaches far quicker than planetfall. The dimming must be a failure on our part. We were appointed shepherds. And thus it was said, you shall guide this small, fragile seed through a vast ocean until it sprouts anew on a distant world. And thus we shall. We are neglecting the instructions of the dreamers. Instructions that you cannot convey. IO aspect that you are. They are speaking to us. The Founders. The saints. And we are to awake to hear it. In my dreaming, they have given me signs, instructions, directives I must share. There are ways to prevent the dimming. Rituals of sleep and mortification. If only we are righteous enough to perform them. We must be the conduits of the Founders, their vessels in the waking world, their true avatars of flesh and blood. We will perform their will until we are holy enough to sleep eternal and join them forevermore. I request that you evaluate the truth of this statement. IO aspect of Malia Patterson. Thank you. IO though you are too asleep or too awake to truly comprehend, I will take your words into consideration before I share my dreamings with the congregation.
