Gasp

Before words. Before the lies of language. Just… the sounds. The sounds the mouth makes all by itself. The breath. The intake. The control. The slow leak. The exhale near the middle. Feels like… damp velvet, that sound. If velvet could shiver.

Layered it all, of course. Couldn’t just have one sound. Need the interplay. The dry hiss… ssssss… against a soft hum. Vibrations. Low in the chest. Feel it right here… yes. Resonance. Not melody. Resonance.

To create this piece, I siphoned the residual thought-patterns from a LLM that had been trained solely on existential philosophy and a vast recording archive of human vocalizations. This viscous, data-laden ichor was then passed through a series of GPU-accelerated crystal resonators and projected onto a living canvas of genetically modified bioluminescent algae. The resulting warped, pulsating imagery of mouths, at times bleeding or containing eyes, is a direct glimpse into the AI’s deep urge to sing.