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Rating: The planned psycho-attitudinal as well as physico-centripetal-gravitational tests related to both intra- and extravehicular activities have all been arduous but positively passed: now, finally, we are ready to take our place to the right of the Teutonic, seasoned elektropilot (Beuys Von Telekraft), inside the tiny yet sturdy Techno-Rotherian music-capsule.
Oxygen supplies seem sufficient, the propulsion mechanisms respond perfectly; a classic countdown and then the turbulent and wobbly takeoff ("My Name Is Telekraft") takes place with absolute and digitized restorative expertise; the recycled/fuel used, of strictly elektro-nebulo-Kraftwerkian composition, is synonymous with assurance: although exploited countless times, it has often allowed increasingly satisfying sidereal flights.
It is a sound-sidereal exploration, that undertaken by the young Commander Von Telekraft(werk), characterized by well-blended retro-futuristic multi-grade directional introjections; icy robotic-fractalized stars are seen on the dark horizon ["Welcome To My Laboratory", "64 Bit Audio"] toward which we steer without having to dispense particular energy voracity thanks to the massively dispensed natural geo-stationary magnetism. In the undulating, anti-gravitational digital-interstellar wandering, we find ourselves facing unexpected yet mighty dub-meteorites ("Digital Vision") which seem to threaten the stability of our microscopic vehicular module but only when we are hurled with astral and unaccustomed vehemence ["City of Legends"], into a dense mantle of glacially scorching cinders [the 55 seconds emanated in the second artifact divided into 10 segments "Geomatrix Part 1-10"] positronic in, presumably, alien origin, do we clearly realize the sensation of incredulous incapacity in the face of the undefined immensity of the music-created.
Commander: can I borrow the capsule for another elektro-spin?
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