For some reason.. its Poetic that an AI is singing this song while I'd imagine all humanity is all long gone extinct after nuking each other out of their existence. Id be tad depressing that imagining only Neuro remains in the world that is empty and void of life.
@@RisetoStrength The last song perhaps, where Vedal somehow grabbed a plutonium battery charged laptop from the destroyed military base and play her songs till it runs out... That would also implying that the tutel mosquito would be also the last man that somehow survived all of that hell.
“There will come soft rains and the smell of the ground, And swallows circling with their shimmering sound; And frogs in the pools singing at night, And wild plum trees in tremulous white; Robins will wear their feathery fire, Whistling their whims on a low fence-wire; And not one will know of the war, not one Will care at last when it is done. Not one would mind, neither bird nor tree, If mankind perished utterly; And Spring herself, when she woke at dawn Would scarcely know that we were gone.”
god i love the original but something about the timbre of neuro’s voice and just the general octave that vedal chose makes this version so damn good and better than the original
For some reason.. its Poetic that an AI is singing this song while I'd imagine all humanity is all long gone extinct after nuking each other out of their existence.
Id be tad depressing that imagining only Neuro remains in the world that is empty and void of life.
Whatever Neuro runs on will be destroyed too.
@@RisetoStrength The last song perhaps, where Vedal somehow grabbed a plutonium battery charged laptop from the destroyed military base and play her songs till it runs out...
That would also implying that the tutel mosquito would be also the last man that somehow survived all of that hell.
“There will come soft rains and the smell of the ground, And swallows circling with their shimmering sound; And frogs in the pools singing at night, And wild plum trees in tremulous white; Robins will wear their feathery fire, Whistling their whims on a low fence-wire; And not one will know of the war, not one Will care at last when it is done. Not one would mind, neither bird nor tree, If mankind perished utterly; And Spring herself, when she woke at dawn Would scarcely know that we were gone.”
@@Riplodok There Will Come Soft Rains by Sara Teasdale, for those wondering. Haunting.
god i love the original but something about the timbre of neuro’s voice and just the general octave that vedal chose makes this version so damn good and better than the original
Everything was so good up until the end was like missing the right configuration ❤
Goooooooood
Yoooooooo
que quieren decir los estadounidenses con eso?
@@medicenjota.2232 Es lo mismo que cuando decimos Weeeeeeey