![]() Sybil is someone who must control others to feel powerful herself, including the people she loves. Her last mark is Red, and this is where things go off the rails. That just leaves Sybil Reisz, the socialite-parasite that sniffed out Cloudbank influencers and marked them all for death. Asher controls the flow of information, and Grant controls Asher. He’s immediately infatuated, consumed by a toxic love so potent that Asher loses sight of himself, and the Camerata suddenly has a man with his finger on the pulse. He begins as the savvy news-hound hot on the Camerata’s trail, but that all changes when he meets Grant. Royce seeks out Grant, and thus the Camerata is born: an invisible guiding hand to steer Cloudbank towards their vision of utopia. Then, as egomaniacs so often do, he decides he’s the one to fix it. He eventually begins to see this constant change as a poison, chaos rather than progress. He has dedicated himself to creation: building, demolishing, and redesigning city layouts to meet the ever-fickle needs of the Cloudbank tastemakers. That someone is Royce Bracket, a revered Cloudbank engineer. The Camerata members from left to right: Sybil, Asher, Grant, and Royce It’s an obsession that begins to consume him, and it’s not long before someone takes notice. He has spent decades in service to his people, but underneath all that nobility lies a hunger, a growing desire to enact his own will. He’s an administrator - cyber-punk code for a government official - and Grant’s the best of the best. Gaining ControlĮach member of the Camerata is a metaphor for control-gone-wrong, the subtle ways in which power corrupts us yet always leaves us wanting more. You’d imagine we are meant to learn something from them. This is where Red and the Boxer come in, but we aren’t quite ready to talk about them. They’re literally absorbing the data of influential citizens into The Transistor, thereby increasing their own power and influence. ![]() While the ivory infantry reshapes the city, the Camerata are busy collecting powerful voices towards their cause. Except, do they? The nefarious Camerata are trying to take that power for themselves, and they are using the capital ‘P’ Process to do it. Anyway, Transistor the game takes that wordplay and runs with it.Įnter Cloudbank, a digital metropolis where citizens have democratic control of the landscape itself. I’m sure that’s correct on a basic level, at least. ![]() I mean, that’s what a real-life transistor does, right? It controls the flow of currents. Transistor is first and foremost a meditation on control. Transistor devotes its entire narrative to themes of control, only to dismantle those themes with unnecessary suicide imagery in the final moments. Red brandishes The Transistor in what might be Jen Zee’s coolest artwork to date. Trigger Warning// Mention and Discussion of Suicide Problem is, the ending undoes that beautiful tapestry and all that love has led to heartbreak. Supergiant Games has crafted one of the most cohesive experiences imaginable where almost every element of story, gameplay, and presentation excels in its own right while weaving together into a spectacular tapestry. Mind you, this does not mean I hate the game. I’m Lola, and despite Barry’s frequent warnings, I fell in love. ![]() That’s how the ending of Transistor makes me feel. Lola has lost everything by the end of the song, her spirit fading just like the yellow feathers in her hair. It’s a banger, plain and simple, but there’s a tragedy hiding under all that percussion. “Copa Cabana.” It’s a song I bopped to regularly as a child, tucked away in the backseat of my grandma’s convertible with the wind slapping away at my face.
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