Greetings, Comrades. I present to you my third full-length album. Won't you please purchase my latest attempt to win your hearts and libidos with track after track of assiduously detailed yet seemingly effortless electro rhythems that will surely...wait a sec...Oh crap! It sounds like I'm going to kill myself! Calm down, folks, suicide is nothing to take lightly and I don't, but there's something you must understand. It's the only way I know how to get off. Like I've mentioned before, I'm asexual. The only way that myself and other beings like me, there are a few thousand roaming the galaxies, can reach any sort of orgasmic euphoria is to off oneself. We are compelled to do so by our biological clocks, so to speak. Does that mean that killing myself is way of reproduction? Will I return in another form or will I simply vanish?  Will you one day hear fresh new sounds that come straight from the dome piece to your ears or will you only be left with the digital legacy that I've created up until this point? These things I cannot answer for you. Such knowledge is dangerous and I'm only looking out for you. Please, don't fret. Be strong.