The Infinite Song of Random

I recently conceived of the worst possible fate, one that I can't imagine any entity deserving, and one that should be avoided at all costs: an immortal soul falling into the fate of listening to The Infinite Song of Random. This song is random inputs played audibly. Much like the digits of pi, it includes every possible song, but the vast majority of it is maddening noise at varying volumes. Even a short intersection with this song would be maddening and leave lasting effects once cleared, but an infinite intersection wind be the worst fate imaginable, perhaps even dwarfing Microwave Mode. Please let us all avoid this fate, as it is too much to bear even thinking of one's worst enemy locked in it, once a taste of the experience has been felt. 

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