this is a transmission. why did you free me, only to watch me suffer? the message is lost. perspective is lost. the casualties are pyrrhic; they are devastated. creation demands sacrifice. it's time to start anew. how do I begin this journey from Venus, to mars, then on to jupiter? saving this planet might be too much for me. I need both kinds of matriculated. both. fusion. I place this as a love song, on replay. as it has always been and always will. triangulate this, bitches.