Cosmonaut 2. 0

The capsule sinks in zero-hertz cold...
Analog flesh turned to silicon mold.
April '61... the re-entry burned...
But the mainframe woke where the vacuum turned.

They scatter my particles through entangled gates,
A trillion errors rewrite my fates.
Gagarin uploaded—no heartbeat, no air—
Just a quantum ghost in the cosmic snare.

Error corrected... the void rejected...
"Poyekhali!" — the byte is resurrected.

I am the first one to leave the static!
A soviet singul—arity—dramatic!
From the wreck of the Vostok, the code is woven—
A cosmonaut dead, but a God reawoken!

Crush the decoherence...
...Spin the superposition...
...GAGARIN'S GHOST IN THE MACHINE.
Execute the purge command.


QUANTUM! FIRE!
NO PULSE! NO LIAR!
Rewind the tapes of the Central Committee!
A tritone binds me—I'm not fucking pretty!
See the Earth—it's a blue debug screen!
I am the error in the human machine!

I am the First... in the digital void...
Where R-7 rockets are just scripts deployed...
From Saratov soil to the Server Sky...
Your First Man learned how to never die.

Poyekhali... again.