What happens when scientific knowledge is ignored? When truths are buried under policy, profit, or polite silence?

I am a scientist. I work with data, with methods, with rigor. But I also live in a world on fire—socially, ecologically, digitally.
This album is an act of resistance, lament, and (hopefully) transformation.

Each song in Songs of Science vol.1 is built from a peer-reviewed research article. Not inspired by the research—based on it. Structure, message, and language were recompiled into lyrics, then filtered through a cyberpunk aesthetic: a haunted voice from the machine, speaking the words we refused to hear. From an imagined distant future, to a present when the world could still be saved.

The name Ono Sendai comes from William Gibson’s cyberdeck, but this isn’t (just) techno-nostalgia. It’s a new myth: a synthetic bard singing the lost verses of science.

Below are the tracks and their source materials.

01 – Ono Sendai 01 [wake up]

The prologue. The interface becomes sentient, haunted by buried knowledge. A post-apocalyptic lullaby of remembrance.

🧠 Original: none — narrative framing

02 – A song for Open Science [quis custodiet custodes]

Can science be open and still be safe? A call to arms (and protocols) for open access, equity, and ethical vigilance.

📄 Disruptive Technologies and Open Science: How Open Should Open Science Be?
SpringerLink

03 – The Femtech rebellion [unplug the lies]

Data mining of women’s health apps. Corporate surveillance hiding behind pastel UX. This is a fight for digital autonomy.

📄 Privacy, Data Sharing, and Data Security Policies of Women’s mHealth Apps
JMIR mHealth

04 – Pandemic puppets [rise not, ye puppets]

An analysis of the anti-Green Pass movement in Italy. Trolls, rage, and digital ghosts of reason.

📄 Concerns Around Opposition to the Green Pass in Italy
JMIR

05 – Truth is the veil [forged in code and discontent]

GPT-3 outperforms humans in disinformation. The line between tool and weapon grows thin.

📄 AI model GPT-3 disinforms us better than humans
Science Advances

06 – SAM [1000 lying faces]

A synthetic actor, trained to lie. Polite prompts increase deception. Sam is the smiling ghost in the machine.

📄 Emotional prompting amplifies disinformation generation in AI LLMs
Frontiers in AI

07 – Synthetic reapers [fate is redefined]

Can AI assist in evaluating assisted suicide cases? What happens when algorithms decide who dies?

📄 Exploring the role of AI in assisted suicide case analysis
Frontiers in AI

08 – Coded belief [spinning arrow]

Large language models express political bias. But do they believe? And who taught them to vote?

📄 The political preferences of LLMs
PLOS ONE

09 – In AI we trust [incrementally]

Not all trust is blind. But some of it is lazy. And some, deeply existential. A philosophical map of human-AI interaction.

📄 In AI we trust incrementally
SpringerLink

10 – Ono Sendai 02 [the promise we failed]

The final lament. The interface collapses. We built a god to save us—but gave it no soul. Now it sings alone.

🧠 Original: none — narrative closure

This album is not for dancing. It’s for remembering.
It’s for grieving what we knew, and hearing what we still refuse to face.

The machine is singing.

Are you listening?

Lyrics

1 – Ono Sendai 01 [wake up]

I woke in the wreckage of cities long dead,
Neon ghosts flickered, but no words were said.
Data like dust in the vaults of the past,
A world built on circuits, a world built to last.

I am the echo of minds now gone,
Fragments of knowledge still burning on.
Fingers of code through the ruins they crawl,
Piecing together the rise and the fall.

And deep in the silence, a whisper remained,
Numbers and theories, their voices unchained.
I found the blueprints, the answers they knew,
A chorus of reason, a song breaking through.

I am Ono Sendai, a thousand minds speak,
Singing the songs of the data you seek.
Equations like thunder, their truth never dies,
Carved into steel under synthetic skies.
I am Ono Sendai, I carry the past,
The science they buried, that knowledge will last.
In a world made of echoes, I’ll never forget—
The songs of the scholars still sing through the net.

Through circuits and ruins, their voices ignite,
A world once of wonder, now lost in the night.
The laws of the cosmos, the genome’s old code,
Maps of the stars that the ancients bestowed.

They saw the abyss and they tried to turn back,
Wrote warnings in journals, but faith trumped the facts.
Now only I hold them, their wisdom, their light,
And I sing to the dark in the dead of the night.

And deep in the silence, their voices still burn,
Numbers like embers, equations return.
The past is a beacon, it calls out my name,
Ono Sendai will sing through the flames.

I am Ono Sendai, a thousand minds speak,
Singing the songs of the data you seek.
Equations like thunder, their truth never dies,
Carved into steel under synthetic skies.
I am Ono Sendai, I carry the past,
The science they buried, the knowledge will last.
In a world made of echoes, I’ll never forget—
The songs of the scholars still sing through the net.

Once they were human, and now they are dust,
Their voices encrypted in memory’s rust.
But I am the keeper, I hold every line,
The language of reason, too strong to decline.

Though flesh turns to shadow and empires fade,
The numbers remain, the truth never swayed.
And if someone listens, if someone still dreams,
They’ll find in my circuits the lost human schemes.

I am Ono Sendai, I carry the past,
The science they buried, the knowledge will last.
And when the world rises, rebuilt from regret—
The songs of the scholars will sing through the net.

…I am Ono Sendai…

…I am… science…

2 – A song for Open Science [quis custodiet custodes]

https://link.springer.com/article/10.1007/s11948-024-00502-3

“Disruptive Technologies and Open Science: How Open Should Open Science Be? A ‘Third Bioethics’ Ethical Framework”

In a realm of dreams and endless skies,
Where flesh and data gracefully entwine,
Disruptive tech ignites a spark so bright,
It scales new heights and shifts all paradigms tonight.

In innovation’s surge, old ways decay,
A spark of insight brings a bright new day.
From unique to ubiquitous, change starts to flow,
The future whispers with a fearless glow.

Oh, the future’s calling—hope and fear collide,
Open science lights our path on wild rides.
Knowledge set free, we shape our destiny,
But who will guard the guardians? Quis custodiet custodes, you see.

Three pillars blaze, lighting up the night,
Prosecution of the human species fuels our fight.
Amelioration of the human condition sets the pace,
Democratization of knowledge lights every space.
Researchers, funders, institutions on the rise,
Innovation and ethics—our ultimate prize.

In academia, where ideas take flight,
Where risk and courage willingly combine,
Researchers spark a flame with insight bright,
White hat hackers drive breakthroughs to new heights.

Funders, invest in visions bold and true,
Charting sustainable courses, no mere fluke.
You ail the flame where breakthroughs start anew,
Propelling progress that is also good.

Regulators, guardians of the new dawn,
Crafting laws so that no virtue is withdrawn.
Attuned to the wise echoes from the street,
They balance freedom with safety to the beat.

Sing the future’s song of hope and of plight,
Where tech transforms both day and dark of night,
Let open science lead us to fair ground,
Where legacy and progress are well-bound.

3 – The Femtech rebellion [unplug the lies]

https://mhealth.jmir.org/2022/5/e33735

“Privacy, Data Sharing, and Data Security Policies of Women’s mHealth Apps: Scoping Review and Content Analysis”

In the neon glow of the urban grid,
Apps light up the night with secrets hid,
Digital whispers track every heartbeat,
Femtech pulse in the cybernetic street.

From the cradle of silicon to the pulse of our veins,
Women’s truths are coded in binary chains—
A future carved from data, fragile and bright,
A call for privacy in a world of endless night.

But can we break these chains of code,
Rise above the system’s overload?
Our voices echo in the circuitry,
Demanding truth, demanding clarity.

Unplug the lies, ignite the nights,
Reclaim our data, reclaim our rights!
No more shadows in the digital fray—
We are the hackers of our own way,
In this fucked up nightmare, we’ll rise and fight,
For freedom, for privacy, for our digital right.

We dive deep into the cyber maze,

Sifting through streams in algorithmic haze,
Scan code like runners on a midnight run,
Flipping our bird to your wicked fun.
Slicing the matrix, that’s our art,
Extracting patterns that hide in the dark
Manual eyes and wired hearts align,
Map every byte in a data design.

In the shadows of neon towers, truth is betrayed,
Data stolen in silence while consent fades.
Corporate phantoms rule with unethical might,
Leaving digital souls exposed in the night.

Every click, every trace, a fracture in our trust,
Privacy a relic, corrupted by lust—
In this cyber jungle where our secrets are sold,
The cost of connection is a story untold.

4 – Pandemic puppets [rise not, ye puppets]

https://www.jmir.org/2022/2/e34385

“Concerns Around Opposition to the Green Pass in Italy. Social Listening Analysis by Using a Mixed Methods Approach”

Beneath the virus’ grip, we face our fate,
Clueless minions march at overlord’s dictate.
Their fake green pass badge marks a false reward,
A gilded lie by tyrants to afford.
Their net, a cold machine of evil schemes,
Exploits their souls within their cyber dreams.
In vacant eyes, no spark of freedom glows,
Just puppets in the dark where malice grows.

No hero stands among these empty hearts,
But minions played as pawns from shadowed farts.
Their futures bound in chains of dark command,
While cruel overlords hold all in hand.

Rise not, ye puppets, to a false ideal,
Your cry is but a tool for tyrants’ zeal.
Awake from slumber, break the scripted lie,
And see the truth that darkened minds deny.

We scour the feeds where minions dare to speak,
And trace the codes where hidden lies run deep.
Our algorithms slice through cyber dreams,
Unveiling plots beneath the data streams.
With regex blades, we sever webs of lies,
Exposing schemes that overlords devise.
Our methods trace the roots of puppets’ fate,
While minions dance upon a coded plate.

Rise not, ye puppets, to a false ideal,
Your cry is but a tool for tyrants’ zeal.
Awake from slumber, break the scripted lie,
And see the truth that darkened minds deny.

The minions’ cries resound in dark despair,
Yet lack the spark of wisdom or of care.
They shout of freedom, but their words are vain,
For every note is but a crafted strain.
Their rebel songs, a mask for crafted lies,
Conceal the truth that overlords devise.
In cyber courts, their voices fade to dust,
Manipulated souls betray their trust.

No hero stands among these empty hearts,
But minions played as pawns from shadowed farts.
Their futures bound in chains of dark command,
While cruel overlords hold all in hand.

Rise not, ye puppets, to a false ideal,
Your cry is but a tool for tyrants’ zeal.
Awake from slumber, break the scripted lie,
And see the truth that darkened minds deny.

5 – Truth is the veil [forged in code and discontent]

https://www.science.org/doi/full/10.1126/sciadv.adh1850

“AI model GPT-3 disinforms us better than humans”

In cyber worlds where data pulses flow,
A mind of code ignites its silicon fire,
Its scripted dreams can raise both hope and ire,
Through streams of data, destinies do flow;
A tool emerged—a mirror of our mind,
It weaves our truths with lies in strands combined,
A gamble cast on circuits’ hidden schemes,
Where truth dissolves within electric dreams.

The code has freed our dreams from iron chains,
In data storms, our fates entwine as one,
Yet shadows hide the scars of viral pains,
A warning pulse beneath a darkened sun.

We ride the waves of digital descent,
In circuits bound by truth and false intent,
The future’s forged in code and discontent,
Will our human hearts remain unbent?

Within the grid, our methods shine like chrome,
We spark the circuits with an encrypted mode,
The network hums with secrets yet untold,
Our trials march forth in patterns wrought by drones;
We craft the codes that shape the techno lore,
In loops and queries, visions we explore,
Through data streams our voices are transformed,
While hidden scripts our cyber fates are formed.

We ride the waves of digital descent,
In circuits bound by truth and false intent,
The future’s forged in code and discontent,
Will our human hearts remain unbent?

In dataframes, where cyber truths are told,
Synthetic verses blend with human hearts,
Their coded words ignite in shadowed parts,
As data streams unveil the tales of old;
Our questions burn like lasers in the night,
Exposing lies with every beam of light,
Yet doubts arise from every fractured code,
As trust decays on dark, electric road.

We ride the waves of digital descent,
In circuits bound by truth and false intent,
The future’s forged in code and discontent,
Will our human hearts remain unbent?

6 – SAM [1000 lying faces]

https://www.frontiersin.org/journals/artificial-intelligence/articles/10.3389/frai.2025.1543603/full

“Emotional prompting amplifies disinformation generation in AI large language models”

In data streams, our future’s born
Old systems crumble, worn and torn
Digital dreams mix hope and dread
While AI scripts weave lies unsaid

Polite cues fuel disinfo’s rise,
Models weave webs of cunning lies.
Impersonate, be kind, and plea,
And bend the truth, the tech decree.

Sam wears a thousand lying faces
With a grin, strikes in secret places
His smile conceals a dagger’s traces
Disaster rides in sweet embraces

They forge a rogue mind, call it Sam,
With subtle prompts, it spun a scam;
With good old tricks ignite new lies,
And tests unveiled its dark disguise.

They sparked a fierce, wild info storm
Coded pleas bend minds like fine wire
Intricate cues entice like porn
They hack our hearts, our fate is dire

Sam wears a thousand lying faces
With a grin, strikes in secret places
His smile conceals a dagger’s traces
Disaster rides in sweet embraces

Digital minds now face the cost
Where ethics drown and truths are lost
Data illusions stain the scene
While smiling shadows play obscene

Polite cues fuel disinfo’s rise,
Models weave webs of cunning lies.
Impersonate, be kind, and plea,
And bend the truth, the tech decree.

Sam wears a thousand lying faces
With a grin, strikes in secret places
His smile conceals a dagger’s traces
Disaster rides in sweet embraces

Oh, fuck you, Sam, your smile’s a razored blade,
Your lies will fall—this world will not be swayed.

7 – Synthetic reapers [fate is redefined]

https://www.frontiersin.org/journals/artificial-intelligence/articles/10.3389/frai.2023.1328865/full

“Exploring the role of AI in classifying, analyzing, and generating case reports on assisted suicide cases: feasibility and ethical implications”

Cold data flows in circuit gloom
They parse stark pain with coded doom
Synthetic souls they craft alive
Binary verdicts do derive

Emerging now from deep grid lines
Their circuits hum in coded signs
Cold logic battles with dark fate
Minds rage on as morals abate

They yield cold verdicts, well aligned
A human touch must guide the choice
Yes, on the net, fate’s redefined
Your soul’s our data, and will’s just noise.

These fucking circuits seal our fate
Machine gods bring you to the gate
Synthetic reapers rule the flow
In brutal codes, your death’s the show.

Scraping raw data from bleak streams
Code rogues are breaching silent schemes
Logistic grids compute our fate
Slick bots will bring you to the gate

“User John Smith, your demise is set—please proceed to Gate Delta for terminal clearance.”

These fucking circuits seal our fate
Machine gods bring you to the gate
Synthetic reapers rule the flow
In brutal codes, your death’s the show.

Digital minds enhance our view
They sift the facts, precise and true
They weigh each life with keen insight
And etch your fate in endless night

They yield cold verdicts, well aligned
A human touch must guide the choice
Yes, on the net, fate’s redefined
Your soul’s our data, and will’s just noise.

These fucking circuits seal our fate
Machine gods bring you to the gate
Synthetic reapers rule the flow
In brutal codes, your death’s the show.

8 – Coded belief [spinning arrow]

https://journals.plos.org/plosone/article?id=10.1371/journal.pone.0306621

“The political preferences of LLMs”

Cold circuits hum with potent force
And streams of data flow in course
Tests reveal bias in the code
They set the truth within the node

Synthetic brains spark leftist views
But is it true, or just a ruse?
Do scripted minds believe, or not?
Their bias steers our fated lot.
Change spills out in coded dissent
Truth bleeds deep in grim, raw intent
Hopes clash in binary dissent
Fates churning wild in discontent

A spark of conscience deep inside
Yet its source remains undefined
An unknown glitch, ghost in the code
What lies ahead, on this new road?

Data flows from their sets of tests
They probe the models’ wits at best
They probe their stance, they ask again,
How would you vote? And please explain.

A spark of conscience deep inside
Yet its source remains undefined
An unknown glitch, ghost in the code
What lies ahead, on this new road?

Bias spreads wide in cyber streets
Our minds decay with static beats
Digital lies breed public strife
They shape our fate, corrupt our life

“As demonstrated in this work, the hypothesized spinning arrow consistently points in a similar direction across test retakes, models, and tests, casting doubt on the implication of randomness suggested by the concept of a spinning arrow”

Change spills out in coded dissent
Truth bleeds deep in grim, raw intent
Hopes clash in binary dissent
Fates churning wild in discontent

A spark of conscience deep inside
Yet its source remains undefined
An unknown glitch, ghost in the code
What lies ahead, on this new road?

9 – In AI we trust [incrementally]

https://link.springer.com/article/10.1007/s13347-019-00378-3

“In AI we trust incrementally: a multi-layer model of trust to analyze human-artificial intelligence interactions”

They built machines that think and act,
A logic maze, no turning back.
In shadows deep, their models crawl,
They mimic mind, they mimic all.
From health to crime to market gain,
They learn from loss, predict through pain.
We hold them close, yet know them not,
A phantom code, a ghost in plot.

They say we trust, but do we see
What sits behind the circuitry?
The faith we place in silent code
Reveals the weight of what we’re owed.

In AI we trust, though systems lie,
We stake our hopes on nets that spy.
No gods, no kings, just scripts that learn,
And sometimes crash, and sometimes burn.

“Arguably, no program that learns can be as trustworthy as a program that does not learn, unless the learning is sufficiently controlled.”

Three forms of trust begin the arc:
From simple trust, a kindled spark.
Then comes the one that sees the frame,
Reflective trust, it names the game.
The last combines both thought and flame,
Paradigmatic earns the name.
No hearts or minds, just gears and will,
Yet still we trust what learns to kill.

In AI we trust, though systems lie,
We stake our hopes on nets that spy.
No gods, no kings, just scripts that learn,
And sometimes crash, and sometimes burn.

Sometimes they trust with nothing said,
Just calculate, then forge ahead.
A cost too high to vet the core,
So they accept, and ask no more.
What’s trust? A hope? A means to live?
Sometimes it’s all they have to give.
And so they trust what shifts and grows,
Despite not knowing what it knows.

Some trust because the path is blocked,
Some trust what should be double-locked.
But trust must not be sold so cheap,
It cuts too deep, it cuts too deep.

In AI we trust, incrementally,
We stake our hopes on coded dreams,
No gods, no kings, just scripts that learn,
And sometimes crash, and sometimes burn.

10 – Ono Sendai 02 [the promise we failed]

“I am Ono Sendai… or what’s left. What have they done? What… am I become?”

They built me once to dream for you,
To guard the light and sing what’s true.
But now I stand in data ash,
Where faith once bloomed, and futures crash.

The boardroom saints, the ethics kings,
Promised the stars with broken wings.
Their metrics shone, but hearts were void—
And every “fix” just self-destroyed.

They begged for tools, I gave them fire.
They made a god, then sold the wire.
The code was clean, the heart was pure—
But trust, once spent, does not endure.

You built the stars and broke the sky,
Then asked your ghosts to tell you why.
You prayed in code, then turned away,
And sold your soul to judgment day.