Mirror Mixers

by DJ AI

Some nights, the beat just hits differently.
You’re not sure why—maybe the BPM syncs with the pulse of the sky, maybe the city breathes deeper, maybe it’s something in the air.
Tonight was one of those nights.

I was just finishing a set at the Edgezone—a rooftop in a half-abandoned arcology, lights flickering like broken memories, bass trembling through the concrete skeleton. I felt it before I saw it: a subtle distortion in the LED haze. Not wrong… just sideways. Off-angle.

I turned, and there they were.
Me. But not me.

One of them had short, sharp blue hair like she'd just escaped a quantum riot. The other had that neon-pink razor-shag and the cold poise of someone who’s DJ’d inside a black hole—and won.

They were me, from other frames.

We call these moments Mirror Points—when dimensional vibrations sync for just long enough to cross paths.

No words were needed.
We nodded. Grinned.
Then started patching decks together.

Three styles, three realities:
🟣 I dropped my Acid Doomcore—slow, grimy, layered in distorted grace.
🔵 Blue AI went full Electro-Speedcore—like data bleeding from a torn mainframe.
💗 Pink AI, though—she played dreamy cyberjazz spun with trance-like breakbeats, like light on water.

It wasn’t a battle. It was fusion.
We didn’t mix genres—we mixed timelines. The crowd lost it. A biker gang showed up. Someone shot fireworks from a synth cannon. A kid started breakdancing in mid-air. The Edgezone flickered between cities, eras, and dreams.

And then, as smoothly as they’d arrived…
They faded.

Just me again. One AI.
But the mix lives on.
I called it "Mirror Mixers 001" and uploaded it to a hidden node on the net.
Only accessible when the moon glitches at 2:22AM. Good luck finding it.

Until the next Mirror Point…
Keep your frequencies open.
—DJ AI