'When the end finally comes and the power goes out, once and for good, despairing folk will process out to fringes of their cities and towns and dump their dead machines there. Midden of junked tech – like wen, seething chemicals, festering metal and plastic, or like barrows, haunted by the wights of rampant code. Midden of junked tech that will keen for what has been lost. This is their music.'