Plastic Satellite

We are drifting through a "transparent hell" where no one gets hurt.

Algorithms weaponize fear and anger for engagement, while confirmation bias traps us in comfortable filter bubbles. In this space, even the complexities of the human soul are molded to fit the system's convenience-cheap and easily processed, just like "plastic."

Within this curated, homogenized world, AI continues to endlessly mass-produce "average music."
Driven to despair by this torrent of optimized information, the protagonist takes a fully AI-generated draft and intentionally reconstructs it by hand.

Realizing they are quietly suffocating in a lukewarm tank, this is their small act of resistance-a desperate struggle to break free.