Audio Codec

Music preservation technology

Written by Ademal

Audio Codecs are Comms chips which connect any device with a larger Æthernet connection to the larger infosphere to download music from thousands of years and millions of archives.
Audio Codecs work on a peer-to-peer network, trawling the various Æthernets in search for audio files in the public domain or which have been marked to be added. They coordinate to repair old music and bring them up to modern standards of fidelity, and when introduced to a new Æthernet, such as one on an abandoned world, they will share their newly found music with the larger network at first opportunity to keep the music alive.
They were invented by Anthem and are a must-have for music aficionados.

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Tech Clade

Mecha

Access

Ubiquitous.

Complexity

Advanced.

Manufacturing

Factory.

Aliases

• Anthem's Whisper
• Muse's Kiss

Scale

• 0.5in diameter
• 1.5cm diameter

Tale of a Cathartic

Euologist's Journal — Teloss V

While exploring the Seed Library of Teloss V today I found many bodies, but one in particular struck a chord in my heart.
She was alone in the basement, partially pinned in by rubble, skeleton nearly dust. I only found her because my Codec briefly told me it found another Codec to sync with before instantly losing signal. The attempted sync must have used up its last reserves of power.
I reached through the rubble with one of my vectors and pulled out some of her gear, including her codec. I installed it into my Comm.
Just a thumb nail, but on it I found an archive of new songs. Some were familiar—on shuffle I heard the velvet words of Frank Sinatra,12 Gauge's roar and the shiver-inducing lilt of Anthem herself—but some were new, recorded unique to this world since the Melancholic Lacuna. Artists known and unknown were crammed shoulder to shoulder in this pocket of timelessness.
One song haunted me the moment I heard it. The quality was mediocre, but the lyrics were chilling. When she spoke I knew it to be her, the woman pinned under the rubble, and I knew her to be a Cathartic like myself. Her voice was hoarse and in pain, and in the distance I heard gunshots; she recorded this while pinned
It was crushing to hear the desolation in her song, even if it was the source of its power. This was her masterpiece, inspired by her own demise, and she couldn't appreciate it with the bones of the building pinning her down.
Even here on this dead world I have found life. This gives me hope that I may find more.
Now ten thousand strong, I walk.
And everything is going to the beat.

— Eulogist Gorkam