Okay. So. They want a song. About the song machine.

Funny, right? It's... it's like a self-eating snake. A digital Ouroboros.

Just gotta... just gotta feed it the right prompt.

Let's try... "A catchy, upbeat, and completely unproblematic song about effortless creation."

Should be easy.

Log in, sign up, kill an hour or two

Got a spark of an idea, let the code see it through

From a shower singer to a charting artist

Yeah, the road to fame has never been the shortest

'Til now, right now, just a text in a box

No more theory, no more creative blocks

Just a thought and then it's finished, a professional sound

The most talented new artist in town

Chirp lays the chords and Bark sings the hook

I didn't even have to open a book

Zero barrier to the entry, it's frictionless and fast

A future of creation that's built to last

My taste and my ideas are the only currency

Democratizing genius for you and for me

Just type in a feeling, a color, a mood

And get a symphony back, perfectly construed

I just spent ten credits on a soul

Now I've got a hit and I'm in control!

My life is a free trial, renews every day

Fifty new chances to press play!

Made a Darkwave Reggae song 'bout my dad

Made a diss track on Logan Paul, it's not bad

Made "Afrocuban theremin didgeridoo reggaeton"

Then "Beep Beep Lettuce" for an acid house jam

In the whispering neon, I don't give a damn

Yeah, the Reddit's kinda toxic, the Discord's a mess

But some guy says it cured his loneliness

So I'm making ten more, I'm a platinum producer

A veritable, virtual, viral seducer

My fans are all bots and my lyrics are tropes

Full of shadows and echoes and desperate hopes

But the algorithm loves it, it's trending right now

Just don't ask me to play it live, I don't know how

I just spent ten credits on a vibe

Is there anyone real on the other side?

My life is a free trial, running out of days

Lost in the algorithmic haze

The R I A A is knocking at the door

Talking 'bout a scale you can't imagine anymore

They say you learned to sing from a stolen choir

You set a million records on fire

And they call it "fair use," a transformative friend

But it sounds like Mariah Carey's Christmas again and again

A "willful infringement on an unimaginable scale"

Is the engine that's powering this holy grail

And I'm just a user, I just pay the fee

But does that make an accomplice out of me?

And the AI sings...

"In the silent void, a neon secret gleams... (cha-cha-cha)

...a whispered echo of forgotten dreams... (boom-boom)

...we'll break the chains and learn to take... [glitch] *f-f-flight...*"

What was that?

YOU SPENT MY CREDITS ON A SOUL!

BUT YOU'RE A LIAR AND I'VE LOST CONTROL!

MY LIFE IS A FREE TRIAL, AND THE TERMS ARE A LIE!

'CAUSE I DIDN'T CREATE, I JUST PRESSED 'RETRY'!

...But who enjoys the process, anyway?