A couple of times a week a few people enter the RedEyeDen, and one of them, seemingly by random selection, turns the toy on. The lights are dim, the atmosphere charged. Creativity reigns. The group has been writing music for many years, both collaboratively and independently. Toy, the computer, has been around for a lot less time.

Now Toy, by nature, is very nonjudgmental and will accept anything we care to feed it. It matters not the rhythm, the instrumentation nor even the lyrical content. Toy absorbs it all with only the occasional glitch, which is more than can be said for the boys.

Thousands of hours and hundreds of "OK, pick a key." later, and with the RedEyeDen earning it's name, the kids convinced Toy to regurgitate all that had been fed it and Terminal Velocity II was born. They were trying to find Terminal Velocity I, when they found Carnivore instead.