CHX-1 begins with something feral and violent — think dithered conflict minerals, glitched container ship exhaust, and decomposing kelp on tubes housing fibre-optic cables crisscrossing the ocean floor.
The middle of the output is an ozonic void, marked by the monotony and banality of server farms, wearable fitness trackers, and corporate communities built around infinitely configurable Rudnick-esque design.
At full bandwidth, CHX-1 is molten, spiked with dopamine and desire. Overclocking GAN seeds, it sparkles and seduces like the flash of a watch face refracting sun off the coast of Hydra, or the headrush of 10x'd texcore, BCAA-infused energy drinks, and VR drugs, before fizzling back to baseline with a waft of hot dust and burnt coils. CHX-1 is real life, and this is what it looks like.