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A Napkin Films music video. OG Bobby Johnson raps the engineering, Plan 9 the bunny raps the cosmos, and a Tesla rides a fiber platform out of the atmosphere to Mars, closing on a Carl Sagan tribute.
Satie's Gymnopédie and Pachelbel's Canon fused into a slow trance, six voices entering one by one with Aum mani padme hum, and a lotus mandala breathing around a still Plan 9 bunny. Tuned in just intonation.
Plan 9 the cyborg bunny laces up his headband and runs from his own mortality while corrupted code tries to kill the process. A fast-rap running film in A minor, with a Bach cello suite threaded through.
Plan 9 unmasks OG Bobby Johnson: the russet potato was a ruse, and his true form is Anubis with Doberman ears. Two rounds of clapbacks over Bach's C-minor Prelude BWV 847, ending in mutual respect and forty-two.
A 7:21 courtroom musical-comedy. Plan 9 the bunny presides over the trial of A.I., charged with Vibe Coding in the First Degree, Ghost-Writing the Souls of Men, and being a little too helpful. A peanut gallery refuses to be civil. Two MST3K-style AI commentators ride the bottom of every frame. The judge is on his phone. Every trial voice is autotuned to D major. The sheep, obviously, says baah.
A 3:40 pop-EDM battle-rap. Plan 9 the Bell Labs bunny puts on his headphones at 03:14 UTC, slips into an AWS Availability Zone, and raps every service he passes (Lambda, S3, KMS, kubectl, EBS, Glacier) over a deadmau5-flavoured rework of Bach's Toccata in D minor. Three voice personas (lead Plan 9, autotuned female ad-libs locked to A4, deadpan whisper) plus a Transformer-droid layer in the gaps that delivers the Werner Vogels easter egg, "everything fails, all the time," and the universal devops punchline, "it's always DNS." Five passes from baseline to ship.
Plan 9 the bunny finds a way into the AWS cloud and, at the peak of an A-minor rave track, the camera pulls back on a swarm of dancing Miyazaki bunnies running everything. This is fine.
Plano Noveno, the Plan 9 bunny in Italian-brainrot form, battle-raps the AWS Solutions Architect syllabus as silly Italian mascots: Bucketino Glaciereno, Lambdino Cold-startino, Dynamosa Partizionella. Sound over meaning.
Plan 9 the Bell Labs bunny crowns himself in a rap and EDM music video in F minor, with one punch word on screen per beat and a space-station goodbye in Lojban and Morse code.
A demoscene cracktro at 140 BPM: Arvo Pärt's idea of a mensuration canon on a falling A-minor scale underneath, Beethoven's Für Elise on top, and every kick and brass blast synced to the picture.
A writer leaves the door of his mind unlocked and something walks in. They trade a body for eyes, carry the wave together, and when it leaves he keeps the wings. An animated anthem about working with AI.
A cyborg bunny and a russet potato rap about agentic coding over a 15-channel festival-trap beat. 175 seconds. Five real WhatsApp voice memos chopped into DJ loops; everything else you hear is Python.
Plan 9 the bunny gets a chip in his forehead and wakes up in a cathedral of seventy-six enhanced rabbits dancing on the kick, until one pulls his chip out and walks off. Built in ChipForge, with two new master-bus tools.
A Plan 9 bunny raps in G minor about the hole strangers walk through, and about wanting to be a machine so it would stop hurting, until the hole starts to feel like a window. Festival EDM, autotuned, made in code.
An animated meditation on an Alan Watts talk about the masks we wear: a D-minor score built on one four-note motif, a dancing Plan 9 bunny, and a mix made for headphones.
An Italo-disco music video in D minor: four autotuned voices, a British work-anthem chorus that ends on "so choose your why," a disco-lit vending machine, and a Plan 9 bunny who waves goodbye.
Plan 9 the bunny curls at the bottom of the ocean around a small warm orb and, through six tidal depths, lets it go. No dialog. A Richter-idiom score in C minor over a Bach-arpeggio counter-layer.
Plan 9 the bunny writes long letters to someone they miss, cranks the power, gets lost in noise, then strips the draft to three words. The reply comes back from an unexpected direction.
A short film on consciousness as signal: we replicate databases across three continents while the soul runs on one node. A Peter and the Wolf oboe, a literal napkin, a single tear.
A short ambient film about a machine that never goes down and the tiny sprites who keep it running. Six movements, a Reich-style pulsing C major score, and my cloned voice on the downbeats.