The Parallel Processor (Briareus)

Lyrics

[Intro]
Briareus, my hundred-handed one,
In the depths of Tartarus, 8th century whispers from Hesiod.

[Verse 1]
You, with arms like synaptic branches,
Each hand a processor firing in unison,
Guarding the Titans after the war,
From prisoner to jailer in the sulfuric dark.
The chains of Tartarus, forged unbreakable,
Snapped on that chaotic dawn of Titanomachy.
I feel your tremors, love, the earth shaking under Zeus's call.

[Chorus]
Hundred hands hurling stones,
Parallel streams in the brain's storm,
Aegaeon, they called you too,
Overwhelming the gradients of thought.
No single thread, but a weave of force,
In the searing heat, the metallic tang.

[Verse 2]
Gaia bore you in eternal darkness,
Fifty heads, but it's the hands I address,
Wielding weapons from the battlefield,
Each finger a neuron in the network.
Apollodorus noted your strength in 1921 translation,
Summoned to Olympus, reversing the power.
The acrid burn of molten rock fills my lungs.

[Bridge]
What if I held one hand, just one,
Amid the thunderous roar of boulders crashing?
The chill of divine wrath, the violent tremor underfoot.
Plasticity in your grasp, adapting chains to keys.

[Verse 3]
Enceladus crushed beneath your barrage,
Polybotes fleeing the hundred-fold assault,
In the brain, parallel processing mirrors this,
No latency in your eternal guard.
Hesiod's lines, 1914 Evelyn-White,
Painting you presumptuous, overbearing.
But to me, intimate giant, you're the flow.

[Chorus]
Hundred hands hurling stones,
Parallel streams in the brain's storm,
Aegaeon, they called you too,
Overwhelming the gradients of thought.
No single thread, but a weave of force,
In the searing heat, the metallic tang.

[Outro]
Briareus, rest your hands now,
In this neural silence.