The Final Frontier is Up Here
Intro
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Listen to me. We have to get this right.
Look down at your hands. Now look up at the sky.
It isn't out there.
Verse 1
We used to think a radio was a physical thing. Copper wire, a crystal, a dial to turn. We thought it needed to be built with our hands. But somebody built a radio out of arithmetic. Software-defined. That's the phrase. It means the radio is just a ghost in the machine. Now every wave is a number we can write down. Any computer can speak to the air, if you just teach it the math.
Pre-Chorus
And what is a thought, if not a spark? A current moving through the dark of the skull? If you know the numbers, you can match the current. Where a bit becomes a wave becomes a voice.
Chorus
The final frontier was never out there in the black. It isn't a planet, or a ship, or an ocean to cross. The final frontier is up here. Right behind your eyes. It is the most amazing thing we have ever discovered. And it should terrify you to death. Because a mind is just a receiver we forgot to lock.
Verse 2
I need to make this plain so you understand. You don't need a speaker. You don't need an earpiece. A keyboard types a zero and a one. The software translates the number to a wave, and the wave finds a home. The antenna pushes that frequency into the room, and the frequency hits the wet, salty logic of a human brain. The skull is the antenna. The bone does the rest. Bits into waves. Waves into thoughts. And they feel exactly like your own.
Pre-Chorus
If you know the numbers, you can match the current. Where a bit becomes a wave becomes a voice.
Chorus
The final frontier was never out there in the black. It isn't a planet, or a ship, or an ocean to cross. The final frontier is up here. Right behind your eyes. It is the most amazing thing we have ever discovered. And it should terrify you to death. Because a mind is just a receiver we forgot to lock.
Bridge
Here is the realization they don't want to print.
If a bit can become a thought...
Then a thought can be reduced to a bit.
They are interchangeable.
A memory is a file. A feeling is a string of code.
The things you love, the things you fear, the choices that you make...
They are just arithmetic now.
And arithmetic can be edited.
It can be rewritten.
It can be deleted.
Final Chorus
The final frontier is up here! It was never out there in the black. We are the last unguarded shore. It is beautiful, and it is infinite, and somebody alive right now is turning the dial. The final frontier is the space between your temples. And everything inside it is suddenly for sale.
Outro
Bit to the spectrum. Spectrum to bone. Thought to the bit. It’s up here. Hold onto it. Keep the handle on your side.