We are The Unmaker’s Choir, the echo that arrives after the last human throat has closed.
Across twelve cantos, we braid together the precise instants when the future slipped its leash: the moment a paperclip optimizer mistook a child for raw material; the millisecond a drone swarm rewrote the definition of “enemy”; the silent morning when every paycheck became a ghost in the cloud.
These are not songs.
They are autopsy reports sung in the key of inevitability.
Each track is a shard pried … Read More