The Engineer

Lyrics

[Intro]

In the cleanroom glow, Fremont, California,
August 28, 2020, the air hums with ozone.
I see you, little coin of wonder.

[Verse 1]
N1 Implant, your 1,024 threads finer than my hair,
Elon whispered your promise on January 30, 2024,
when the first human woke with your spikes dancing.
You're no cold metal; you're a bridge to the unspoken.
I hold you in my palm, cool at 68 degrees,
the antiseptic sting biting my nose.

[Chorus]
Oh, engineer of my thoughts,
you weave into the gray matter,
micron needles from that robot arm,
sewing futures in the dead of night.
Theodore Berger dreamed you first,
in his USC lab, mimicking hippocampus whispers.
Let me address you, my silent partner,
reset my circuits with your gentle fire.

[Verse 2]
At 2 AM, protein bar crumbs on the steel bench,
I trace your edges, feel the promise of control.
Gertrude the pig snorted your first signals,
real-time pulses on flickering screens.
You're the prosthesis for my weary mind,
restoring what fatigue and fog have stolen.
No more auto-pilot drift; you anchor me.

[Bridge]

What if you fail, shatter like glass nerves?
But no, you're kintsugi in silicon,
gold veins mending the breaks.
Elon, Theodore, unnamed hands soldering late,
you've birthed this intimacy.
I want your breath in my synapses.

[Verse 3]
Cold water shock or deep sleep lull,
you bio-hack the chaos.
From the hippocampal model in 2012 papers,
to this coin pulsing blue.
Address me back, N1,
in the language of spikes and dreams.

[Outro]

The engineer in me salutes you,
my gilded synapse, forever rewired.