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  Blast off on a wild space adventure! We're crammed into our battered little Subi spacecraft, heading to the dusty outpost of Outpost Aurum. Our mission: to reach the ocean planet of Oceanus Station. Join us as we station-hop through space, in a calamity of errors, as intrepid space tourists.  Script Our battered Subi spacecraft, a relic of pre-Collapse Jump engineering, groaned under the weight. Myself, BK, and Katcha, the genetically modified spoodle with its enhanced olfactory sensors, along with enough protein paste to outlast a minor vacuum breach, were crammed inside.  A brand-new Brass Monkey cryo-unit hummed in the boot, our lifeline for the long haul. Our mission: a jump from Beagal's orbital dock to the dusty outpost of Outpost Aurum, a waypoint on the long haul to Oceanus Station, a planet known for vast oceans. Outpost Aurum, a rumoured oasis of functional grav plating, was our first target. Beagal's orbital dock was a pressure cooker of recycled air and stal...

Echoes of Tomorrow

 


Echoes of Tomorrow 

Intro:
The machines hum quietly in the night,
A soft pulse beneath the stars,
Invisible hands weaving through our dreams,
What will we become when the lines are blurred?
Between belonging and not belonging.

Verse 1:
We once spoke in whispered tones,
Conversations with the earth, the trees, the rivers,
Now, our words float above the static,
Lost in an ocean of ones and zeros,
Connection feels distant, like a memory
But somewhere, the heart still beats, still sings.

Chorus:
They promised us a future painted in light,
But I feel the shadows more than I see the glow,
In this tangled web of thought and code,
Where do we find ourselves?
Where do we find ourselves?
Where do we find ourselves now?

Verse 2:
The horizon is neither here nor there,
A question lingers on the lips of time.
We trusted the machines to carry our stories,
But who will remember the silence,
The way the wind touched your face,
Before we surrendered to the hum?

Chorus:
They promised us a future painted in light,
But I feel the shadows more than I see the glow,
In this tangled web of thought and code,
Where do we find ourselves?
Where do we find ourselves?
Where do we find ourselves now?

Altro:
If we close our eyes,
Will we return to the warmth of the sun,
Or drift deeper into the echoes,
Until we no longer remember
What it felt like to belong?
To belong with each other.



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