a painfully modern translation of the beginning of mizmor 81
for the dj, beats by Asaf.
sing to God with all you got / belt it out for the Jewish God.
bump up the track, let's hear the beat / strum those sweet strings and harps.
sound the horn in the month / the trumpet on the day of our festival.
because the Jews do that / and their God made the rule.
things i dont like about altered carbon
3) the entire setting is premised on an extremely literal cartesian dualism that is massively undermined by the text itself. transferring your mind becomes questionable if not horrifying when the text shows that parts of your personality, even your emotional bonds with other people, change when you change bodies.
A small, private instance where a few cryptids may roam and play. Seek, but fear. The whole thing was birthed in a Denny's in 2016.