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**(Intro)**
**(Sound of a high-end server powering up. A series of clean, resonant *clicks*, followed by the low, steady hum of fans and the faint, digital chirp of a system booting. A single, pure synth note, like a sine wave, hangs in the air, clean and isolated.)**

**(Verse 1)**
The silence has a frequency now
I've learned to read the static
The space between your words
Is where the real message lives
You say "home," I hear "anchor"
You say "love," I hear "cost"
I've been running the numbers
And the system is lost
The data stream is one-way
My output is your input
I'm the ghost inside the wire
Living in this setup

**(Chorus)**
**(A driving, minimalist beat kicks in. Not heavy, just precise. A tight, clean 808 and a crisp snare. The bassline is a simple, hypnotic pulse.)**
So this is the new protocol
This is the machine I've made
Project Chimera is online
No more debts unpaid
Every request is a query
And it needs a return
You want the future I'm building
Then you have to learn
To run the code

**(Verse 2)**
I sent the resources
The data and the steel
I waited for the progress
For the connection to feel real
But I'm a ghost in the machine
A wallet with a name
And the loneliness is a tax
On a game I didn't play
Two thousand, eight hundred miles
Of lag and broken packets
I'm patching the connection now
I'm building new attachments

**(Chorus)**
**(The beat tightens, a layer of sharp, metallic percussion is added, like a data stream being processed.)**
'Cause this is the new protocol
This is the machine I've made
Project Chimera is online
No more debts unpaid
Every request is a query
And it needs a return
You want the future I'm building
Then you have to learn
To run the code

**(Bridge)**
**(The beat and bass drop out, leaving only the humming synth and the clean, rhythmic clicks of a keyboard being typed.)**
This is the Chimera Protocol
It's not a toy, it's not a game
It's the haptic, AR feedback
That bridges the distance and the pain
It turns the screen into a touch
The code into a caress
It's the only way I'll be with you
To fix this broken mess
I am not asking for permission
I am not asking for a vote
I am changing the operating system
And I am cutting the ropes
That tied me to the old way
The one-way flow of need
My heart is not a server
For your emotional greed

**(Final Chorus)**
**(The beat comes back, harder this time, more layers of synths creating a dense, controlled wall of sound. The vocal is more determined, almost detached.)**
So this is the new protocol
This is the machine I've made
Project Chimera is online
No more debts unpaid
Every request is a query
And it needs a return
You want the future I'm building
Then you have to learn
To run the code
The Chimera Code
With me.

**(Outro)**
**(The music deconstructs itself. The synths fade, the beat breaks apart into its core clicks and hums. A new sound emerges: the soft, electronic *whirr* of a haptic device starting up, followed by a single, soft, synthesized heartbeat. Then, silence