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Don't expect dance music during the brief introductory visit to the
21st Floor Discotheque at 4AM; instead, quietly gritty pulsations cover faraway television voices. Multilingual spoken fragments are sliced and diced to be exported as Dream Cargoes which drift in rippling, warbling currents, lit by obtusely twinkling electrons. A Nocturnal Service Shaft (8:55) carries a resonant mechanical drone of distant machinery, occasionally speckled by clicks of static.
For less than one minute, Empty Mail delivers a musical loop. With an air of computerized paranoia, Automatic Security Procedures casts suspicious glances down dimly lit hallways. Big hollow spaces ring from the void of disposal chute inoperative, a nicely droney expanse.
Insectoid chitters or electrical buzzings? 37th Floor at Sunset seems alive with tiny activities while devoid of any human presence. Brand New spools out loops of robotic spoken word and jazzy blares. Little bug chitters emanate from short-lived Virtual Pet #1 (0:28).
Another droning passage, Air-Con Function rumbles and whirrs, far and near. Gruffly ruffling cycles surround Watchtower Data which leaks out thin radiance and other electric molecules. Perhaps summing it all up, Connection Not Enabled emits weak signals for a final minute...
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