Another CONscious INtelligence, drops in New York City when cacthed by intrauniversal sounds sent by a lonely raver.

The raver girl has drinkin' problems since none, not even her best party friend, wants to listen to her ‘E.T. like’ stories. So she hangs out on her own stubbornly sending out messages onto space to beings other than human.

The aconin ball jumps into her life and spins it around in a dream like state, like it should.

No dialogue only music and sound FX for a short homemade science fiction homage to early rave culture.