Confuse in the space fluctuantig sounds, four dimensions, synthetic human voices; discovering symptoms of eventual
effects beyond the natural perception; instruments imitate and new gestures generate
concrete sounds and not there is voice that is not voice. Multiple calculations are necessary for moment, and the most perfect
order to the intelligent control is given: and the secret will be
reveal if not as birds from earth we fly, not fear but love as all! To the art we gradually discover the derived aid and up the push is given: the noise wave echoes and it is melted like generation of new sounds, affinity between art and science
not far but near and this instrument under pure human directives, emanates dreaming visions of futures and new horizons!