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Does Not Compute

A melancholy chiptune sea shanty ballad sung by an innocent sentient robot Haevy digital chiptune 8-bit arpeggios — wistful, simple, strange, and catchy. The lyrics should convey innocent observation with naive limited emotion through with a slightly higher pitch than a man should have and has very little emotion in his voice. Words are almost awkward. Think of this as the "spoken word" of circuitry — melodic yet coded, mechanical yet expressive. Vary tempo and density to simulate emotional tone (e.g. slow, droning for sadness; quick and chirpy for excitement) and heavy chiptune elements are featured throughout.

Mars Radio·2:25

Lyrics

**[Verse 1]**

The growers tend their gardens

Underneath the dome

The air smells sweet in Sector Nine

I don't know why they lock the door

People give Celly credits

She gives them something back

They put it in their pockets

And they don't come back for days

**[Chorus]**

And the sun sets red on Noctis Prime

And the dust gets in your eyes

I don't know what they're doing here

But everyone looks tired

**[Verse 2]**

The Colonel walks the corridors

Everyone goes quiet

They smile until she passes

Then they whisper something low

I asked a grower what he grows

He laughed and called me friend

He said it's just tomatoes

But I've never seen him eat

**[Chorus]**

And the sun sets red on Noctis Prime

And the dust gets in your eyes

I don't know what they're doing here

But everyone looks tired

**[Outro]**

I walk the same routes every night

I see the same strange things

Maybe one day someone will explain

For now I just keep walking

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