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The Left Behind [DUB ReMix] by Contact High Music

The Left Behind by Contact High Music

The universe is broadcasting. Humanity’s survival depends on pretending we can't hear it. Marcus Vance is a terrestrial operative for Solar Warden, the US Navy’s deeply classified fleet of orbital submarines. His mission: protect the Voxes—the rare, traumatized individuals whose minds act as biological antennas for a deafening, 17-hertz cosmic static. For decades, the Navy has used these broken human radios to quietly scavenge the stars while hiding in the dark from the "Architects," the indifferent, god-like intelligence that governs the universe. But the Syndicate, a ruthless corporate shadow-state, isn't hiding. They are weaponizing the signal, and they are actively hunting. When Syndicate kill-teams target Maya Lin—a blind, twenty-something Vox who navigates the terrifying, multi-dimensional geometry of the cosmic broadcast with unprecedented clarity—Vance is pulled into a brutal, high-stakes terrestrial manhunt. Aided by Barrow, a burned-out, chain-smoking veteran of the Navy's deep-space tours who knows exactly how the universe sounds, Vance must keep Maya off the grid at all costs. Because Maya doesn't just hear the blueprints of the cosmos. She is the key to an impending technological leap that both sides are racing toward. If the Syndicate captures her and forces her connection to the network, they won't just win the Solar Cold War. They will inadvertently ring a bell that has been silent since the dawn of humanity. And if the Architects finally look down, the human race will be exterminated like a pest infestation. ©2026 m.p. moroney | contact high music

About The Collect Call EP: Written entirely in a closet that smells like mothballs and recorded on a microphone bought off Craigslist, The Collect Call EP is a love letter to the American rust belt from someone who has no business romanticizing it. mina cross korean-american americana from a 5th-floor harlem walk-up. i owe my parents a lot of money. debut ep 'the collect call' out soon. mgmt:

About The Collect Call EP: Written entirely in a closet that smells like mothballs and recorded on a microphone bought off Craigslist, The Collect Call EP is a love letter to the American rust belt from someone who has no business romanticizing it. mina cross korean-american americana from a 5th-floor harlem walk-up. i owe my parents a lot of money. debut ep 'the collect call' out soon. mgmt:

About The Collect Call EP: Written entirely in a closet that smells like mothballs and recorded on a microphone bought off Craigslist, The Collect Call EP is a love letter to the American rust belt from someone who has no business romanticizing it. mina cross korean-american americana from a 5th-floor harlem walk-up. i owe my parents a lot of money. debut ep 'the collect call' out soon. mgmt:

About The Collect Call EP: Written entirely in a closet that smells like mothballs and recorded on a microphone bought off Craigslist, The Collect Call EP is a love letter to the American rust belt from someone who has no business romanticizing it. mina cross korean-american americana from a 5th-floor harlem walk-up. i owe my parents a lot of money. debut ep 'the collect call' out soon. mgmt:

About The Collect Call EP: Written entirely in a closet that smells like mothballs and recorded on a microphone bought off Craigslist, The Collect Call EP is a love letter to the American rust belt from someone who has no business romanticizing it. mina cross korean-american americana from a 5th-floor harlem walk-up. i owe my parents a lot of money. debut ep 'the collect call' out soon. mgmt:

About The Collect Call EP: Written entirely in a closet that smells like mothballs and recorded on a microphone bought off Craigslist, The Collect Call EP is a love letter to the American rust belt from someone who has no business romanticizing it. mina cross korean-american americana from a 5th-floor harlem walk-up. i owe my parents a lot of money. debut ep 'the collect call' out soon. mgmt:

About The Collect Call EP: Written entirely in a closet that smells like mothballs and recorded on a microphone bought off Craigslist, The Collect Call EP is a love letter to the American rust belt from someone who has no business romanticizing it. mina cross korean-american americana from a 5th-floor harlem walk-up. i owe my parents a lot of money. debut ep 'the collect call' out soon. mgmt:

The year is 1964. The Cold War is a terrestrial distraction. The real war is being fought in the dark. Deep within a classified Maryland black site, Naval Intelligence Captain Richard Trench sits across from the ultimate defector. Thomas Sterling is a presumed-dead WWII pilot, a survivor of Nazi occult experiments, and a "Vox" -a shattered human mind repurposed by a shadow Syndicate as a biological radio. For fifteen years, Sterling has been forced to listen to the "Architects": a vast, indifferent cosmic machinery that views humanity as nothing more than ants crawling across a circuit board. Sterling brings a terrifying prophecy to the U.S. government. He warns that the anomalous crafts in our skies aren't invaders, but the mere "exhaust" of these cosmic gods. Worse, he reveals that humanity's reckless race to build "thinking machines" will forge a direct connection to this dark network, triggering our own extermination. But Captain Trench is a creature of American hubris. Blinded by the arms race and the desperate need for advanced aerospace technology, he dismisses the apocalyptic warnings as the ravings of a broken addict. He ignores the prophecy - but he steals the blueprints. In a devastating stroke of tragic irony, Trench issues the exact classified directives that will birth the modern internet and artificial intelligence. He proudly builds the very telephone that Sterling warned would doom the human race. The cosmic trap was set decades ago. Now, we are just waiting in the dark for it to ring.

Commander Kael has exactly 13 days until his mandatory retirement and total memory wipe. Aboard the USSS Grissom - an aging nuclear submarine patrolling deep space - his final mission turns deadly when a Syndicate warship begins drilling into a forbidden asteroid. Their actions threaten to awaken a dormant biological Sentry and summon an unstoppable cosmic terror.Outgunned and unable to fire their engines, Kael executes a suicidal tactical maneuver: the Dead Man’s Slide. Cutting their anti-mass drive, the Grissom falls silently through the void as an 8,000-ton tomb. If this desperate ambush succeeds, the sector survives - but Kael will wake up with absolutely no memory of the monsters he fought in the dark.

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I Am Peaceful | Shanti Cats Lyrics: Chaitanya “Chay” Lakshmi Samudrala, Tracy Verma, Music: Chaitanya “Chay” Lakshmi Samudrala, Michael-Patrick Moroney Produced and Performed by Michael-Patrick Moroney and Shanti Cats © 2026 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

"I Am Peaceful" by Shanti Cats Lyrics: Chaitanya “Chay” Lakshmi Samudrala, Tracy Verma Music: Chaitanya “Chay” Lakshmi Samudrala, Michael-Patrick Moroney Produced and Performed by Michael-Patrick Moroney and Shanti Cats © 2026 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED