Return to the terminal

Returning again, back at the terminal… carrying the box, the collected Tones. The frontier is devolving, planet by planet as always, soon the inevitable self destruction and reseeding. The same process like a million before

More made it through though. Times were there was nothing but devolving, nothing but fear… no one passing on, just madness and torment to be compiled by the Moog. But there was a crystallization where I ended up, a tone not collected before

Ran said the same, something sparked in some minds and we saw it, it’s in the boxes now, now as we cross the terminal… how will it change the world?