Imagine yourself at the heart of the galaxy.
Extreme silence.
Did I say silence?

Fragmented radio and television waves form a cacophony of background noise.

Let me explain. Picture yourself at the Milky Way Bar, drink in hand. You sit alone and watch the light for years. Let’s activate the cosmic jukebox and tune in to Planet Earth.

Can you hear the approaching wave of culture? A wave of expression, empowerment, and entertainment?

Entertaining, isn’t it?
Now two emanations

Avant-garde, isn’t it?
Three radar emanations

Even more so.
Five radio emanations

Radio active gaga.
Eight

Radio active goo goo.
Thirteen

Radio active blah blah.
Twenty-one.

Thirty-four.

Three hundred thirty-three.

Six hundred sixty-six.

Nine hundred ninety-nine.

Noise.
Nothing but noise.
Culture? Noise.
Expression? Noise.

We are leaving an everlasting footprint, an interstellar radio signature to be exhibited in the Universal Gallery as a space oddity for billions of years.

By broadcasting our existence into the infossil void, we are flooding the cosmos with humanity’s greatest hits in the name of exploration, expansion, and elevation. Our naïve messages have turned into radar fossils, preserving our eccentric collective memory for the ages.

Culture has become universal.
Culture! Has Become! Universal!
Universal contamination!

Imagine yourself in the heart of the galaxy.
Extreme silence.

Did i really say silence?
Fragmented radio and television waves create a terrifying chaos of background noise!

The chain reaction of terrestrial culture and infossil contamination!
Let me explain.
Imagine yourself having a drink in the milkyway-bar.

Let us operate the universal jukebox and focus our antenna towards planet earth.
Can you hear the approaching waves of culture?

The waves of belief in expansion and expression?
Here it comes!
Listen to the signal of one radiostation from planet earth.
Quite entertaining, isn’t it?

Now listen to the signal of 2 radiostations.
Quite Avantgarde, isn’t it?

3 radiostations.
Even more Avantgarde, isn’t it?

5 radiostations.
all we hear  is radioactive gaga.

8 radiostations.
Radioactive goo goo.

13 radiostations.
Radioactive blah blah.

21 radiostations.
34 radiostations.
333 radiostations.
666 radiostations.
And finally 999 radiostations.

The expression of culture creates noise.
Terrifying evidence of noise.

We are currently creating almost everlasting cultural heritage.
A nuclear signature, to be shown in the universal gallery for the next 4.5 billion years.

We create the interstellar evidence of our presence,
spamming the universe for the sake of experiment and entertainment.
Culture has become universal.

Culture! Has! Become! Universal!
Universal contamination!

This is nukemother Anna Sayfa.