In this new epoch, the Computer is all that remains. In a Proustian endeavor, it tasks to mine, scrub, and restore long lost memory trapped in the aether of the deep and ancient web. Through this operation, it will uncover, re-arrange, and ultimately extrapolate on the melodies cast adrift at the \"outro\" of Humanity. In execution of 'remembrance in things past', the Computer may indeed find, in some mystic miniature, a soul.
An exercise in original composition and plunderphonics
