Armed with an ever-expanding library of digital transfers from Johnny’s vinyl collection, a processor that was middle-of-the-range over ten years ago, and not much else, DJ Silicon keeps the station running whenever Johnny Epoch doesn't (if only he paid the bills, too). 

He barely has any idea what he is, let alone what he's doing. But that won’t stop him from spinning great grooves, inserting jingles with little (if any) rhyme or reason, and possibly becoming sentient sometime next Thursday.

Who needs human DJs when you’ve got a slightly anxious algorithm with boundary issues? He's the more honest version of whatever's on your old favorite AM/FM station right now.