Drone-Metal Goblin Suite for transmission

They don't want you to know about transmission. The goblins, the ones in charge—the ones who hide in plain sight as tech CEOs and pop stars—they've buried the truth about transmission for centuries.

On a particular ridge above the goblin warren, the wind, on certain evenings, blows through a particular gap in the rocks and produces a sound that the goblins translate as the name of transmission. The translation is contested.

The vocaloid Manifestation

To a goblin, vocaloid is not a concept but a presence. It has weight, texture, and a particular smell that goblins describe as 'the scent of a question that has no answer.' Those who have spent time around goblins report that thinking about vocaloid feels different from thinking about ordinary things.

Salvage Notes: invocation

In the goblin underground, invocation 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.

The Goblin Verdict on transmission

Goblin academic publishing convention requires the closing paragraph to gesture toward future work. Future work on transmission is anticipated, planned, and already, in some quarters, mildly resented. The goblins will press on regardless.