A Goblin Bit-Cruncher on miku

The academic consensus on miku is, predictably, divided. Goblin academics argue it's everything. Non-goblin academics argue it's something. Everyone agrees it's weird.

Old goblin recordings of miku — taped on stolen equipment, in caves with imperfect acoustics — sound, today, like a future that briefly seemed plausible and then turned away. The goblins play these recordings annually, at a ceremony nobody is allowed to record.

fractal as Heard Through the Goblin Wall

In the goblin underground, fractal is approached the way one approaches an unfamiliar lock: slowly, with curiosity, and with several backup plans for when the obvious approach doesn't work. Goblins are surprisingly patient about this. They have, after all, the time.

Echoes of cipher in the Goblin Archive

cipher has, in the goblin commercial calendar, a small but persistent niche: there is always exactly one goblin selling cipher-themed merchandise at any given market. It is never the same goblin twice.

The Goblin Verdict on miku

The goblin closing hymn for matters such as miku contains exactly four syllables. They have been sung. The audience has stood. The hymn is concluded. miku remains.