Lost machine, giant maze

Big engine, cruising space

Ozone years, controlled daze... keeps the engine running



Silver beams, analyze

Robot teams, supervise

That was then, this is now... it must run anyhow



Don't you try, to know why

We can't talk, close that door



My father, remembers

Grand-father, remembers

Patc



I can tell, this is hell

No one talks, no one talks

One day will we understand

How much the future is here right now?

One day will they understand...

How true... the future is here, and how!



Remain silent



Lost machine, never fails

3-D screen, one message

Keep working, generate... it's the same everyday



Don't you try, to know why

I can't talk, close that door



My father gave me a small stone that he received from his father. This

stone was brought from earth by our early ancestors over 3OO years ago,

since the machine started working. Our mission... my mission, to reach

central control and throw it into some vital part of the main engine...

and blow the precious generator... I do not want to have to pass this

down to my own son