Andy lost himself in the lyrics.
And I look in the mirror, and Who do I see?
A world-weary face, staring back out at me!
A thousand stories: anger, sadness, and glee
But I know I’ll always have Green-Fountain LLC!
“What are you listening to?” Bernard asked.
Andy took his headphones off. “Green-Fountain LLC. Here, take a listen.”
Bernie put the headphones on. The music instantly changed genres, the voice became far lower, and the lyrics far more manic. After a couple seconds his head was bobbing. A few seconds longer and his movements became exaggerated with thrashing and kicking and hopping.
“Okay, okay, calm down.” Andy said, grabbing the headphones from his possessed friend. Once the device was removed Bernie settled down.
“Dude, I didn’t think you liked death metal.”
“I don’t.” Andy responded, putting the headphones around his neck. “But this is Green-Fountain LLC.”
“What’s that?”
Andy shrugged. “Some company. But they take your brain waves, run them through some sort of AI, and it instantly creates music and lyrics to match your exact mood that instant.”
Bernie frowned. “They’re collecting your brainwaves? Isn’t that Scooping? I thought that was highly immoral.”
Andy shrugged indifferently.
“Man, they’re collecting your most intimate data as they monitor your brainwaves. They’re Scooping you!”
Again, Andy shrugged. “Does it matter?”
“My brother’s in a band, and he says that Scoopers using AI to make music and art keep human-talent from excelling.”
“Is human talent as good as AI-generated music?”
Bernie seemed concerned, as if he were going to argue… But he remained silent.
Content that he won the debate, Andy placed the headphones back over his ears and began jamming out once again. Green-Fountain LLC really did make the best music.