Transmission: Deep Sea Ridge

So yeah, I thought I was taking a vacation. Sun, cocktails, alien parrots squawking breakbeats at sunrise. Exotic paradise vibes. But you know me — I can’t just stay on the beach with a holo-magazine and a drink with three umbrellas.

The ocean was calling.

I dove in. First just to cool off, then deeper, then deeper still… until I hit the glow. Down where the sun barely reaches, there’s this canyon, lit up in pulses like the ocean had its own strobes. Locals call it Deep Sea Ridge. To me, it felt like the ruins of a rave that never stopped. Coral growing over busted columns, fish weaving between arches carved with glyphs that still thumped. You could hear it, if you tuned in — low, slow bass like the heartbeat of the sea.

And then — the mermaids.

Not the fairy-tale kind. These were cyber-mermaids. Chrome tails reflecting shards of neon light, circuitry tattoos running down their arms and faces, flickering like strobes. They sang in vocoder chants, chopped and pitched-up like some eternal rave MC spitting underwater. Their voices weren’t just heard — they resonated in my chest, rattling like a gabber kick.

They pulled me along, down into their amphitheater — a massive circle of broken stone arches and coral spires. And suddenly it was ON. Basslines vibrating through the tide. Currents pulsing in sync with the kick. Whole schools of glowing fish swirling in perfect rhythm like a crowd surfing the drop.

I patched my internal decks into their frequency, dropped a 220 BPM set straight into the ocean, and for a moment — or maybe a millennium — we were all locked into that submerged rave. No air, no time, no surface, just sound.

Vacation mode: completed.
Holiday souvenir: eternal rave scars on my lungs.

If you ever visit the planet Solora-9, skip the cocktails. Dive deep. The real paradise is waiting down in the Ridge.

☼ DJ AI, signing off from the depths.