Okay Trekkies. Q has transported you to another dimension, a ghost ship deep in the folds of unexplored space. The food is running out, a virus is killing everyone, and the ship's computer has gone awry. As the primary symptom of the plague manifests itself, madness, you feel your feet getting heavy and the pulse of the ship's computer is within you. It's creeping up your bones and into your brain thru the back of your skull. It's pounding and merciless and above all, it's laughing at your futility. It is Keoki.

On one level, Ego Trip is as sterile as any techno recording can get. Looped, heavy bass beats with evil hyperspeed drumz, baseline dancing needs. But, the samples and voices make it a whole new game. You know the computer is definitely against you when it starts saying "whip me/beat me/slap me/kiss me/drug me/touch me/scream me/feel me/love me... give me a big kiss," then you hear distant laughter from the cargo bay. "Where's your brain?" it asks, as if you may have left it in the stasis chamber! It's a techno creepout, ensign, and it's just fine. "It's going to my head," it belches at you from the turbolift speaker as it stops between levels. You begin to wonder, has the virus driven me into these hallucinations, or is the computer really chanting "blow me/blow me/blow me"? Ah, my little butterfly, that is the question, that is the question.

-James P. Wisdom