One

Act One: The Escape

ONE

I was in a dream of seemless ecstacy,

Abstract, in my fantasies to see inside

a particles perception of reality,

Flying freely through space like

Waves of light; unimpeded rays

navigated by thier circumstances in

thoughtless Bliss. Dancing

In attraction to the matters

Scattered all around, riding that sound

Then they sounded the alarms.

TWO

"Danger, Danger,

Man your stations,

Heed no Patience

Project Splice is

Now in Action.

Danger, Danger

Tertiary Destruction

Imminent, All Pods

Report to Dock

For Liftoff.

DANGER, DANGER"

No time to think, years of training made this instinct;

Wide awake, separated from my slumbering state

but a second.

No time to dress, won't stress about it, move out of

my quarters, through the base, all others scampering

mostly naked

The end for them is Nigh and all I can hear, in my head

is the violent blood flooding my ears, making silent those

Seering sirens

Signifying our last defense; a retreat from the lands of

our ancestors' ascent to power and structure,

Unstable, Destructing

Fucked beyond amends.

THREE

Each corrdor looks miles long,

All motions flowing in tempo to a funeral song,

Frenetic and frenzied, slowed by my calm

disposition as the one who moves on.

To panic would stall me and frantic, I'd fall...

So quickly did I move I cannot recall the process

to suit up and strap in my ship, left to wait

and put faith in those fates to be clipped,

Nipped from existence, in the flash, when it comes.

I wished that it wouldn't, that it couldn't take place,

but it is, now all hands havve been played,

All I could do no was wait, inside of POD314159

As my Comprehensive Internal Navigation Executor,

CIN-E, Spins her system's checks, I try to

Catch my breath and connect to the ship's

Computers.

The visor keeps shut, over the window,

I can't find the guts to watch the doomed

Souls scramble, surrendering to chance

To be rended to dust for what they believe

is the greatest good; Me, and my Journey

Are understood to be the missing link

in the slavation of humanity. . .

Everything that is to be, Rides with me,

But Right now,

I'm

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Four

[Countdown

Operations

Last-ever

Launch

Ascension

Penetration

Stratospheric

Exit]

Cin-E, Open the Visor

FIVE

Ground control I must repot

The breath's been taken fromm this form,

This soundless cell is moving out,

The clouds have been cleared and now we're

moving through the dust shards it's not far

I can finally feel gravity releasing me,

serenely, into this scene where the stars

are revealing their sparkling dynasty;

My eyes are peeled stealing all it's majesty.

With the atmosphere behind me,

Earh's horizons are slowly binding,

Soon to be complete a green petite

entity sleekly slipping back, it's in the

Past, now, out of grasp so fast did

everything change, our human race is now

a fleeting fancy, an afterthought that keeps advancing.

Dwindled down, our little dance upon this timeline's

Toppling, we shook ourselves so turbulently

complicating the basics of our nature, and that

strife to survive and flourish failed amongst indiginous

resources.

All talents, now, almost gone,

Had to dig up that final one,

It's in my mind, I hold it tightly,

Ground Control, I will do rightly,

Here's hoping you receive my

transmissions against the odds

that you've already dimished,

HEAR ME NOW

I feel your souls upon these shoulders

with that trust that you've bestowed,

Your sacrifices will be known,

I lov you all, take peace from me,

I'll keep the flame, protect its sanctity

with everything I know.

There is nothing left to lose but you.

My mission Starts now,

POD314159, Over and Out.