Too Late, the Transmission - Out from the Ether

This was our last chance to save our home
It's clear now we have failed the planet
But by some universal lottery we have received
A transmission, out from the ether
We believe it's from a higher benevolent life form
We refer to it as the Cosmos Guide
Encoded in the message was a blueprint
For a machine, a living ship: the Solar Glider
But after we finished it I, I got sick
I cannot account for the last six months
Since my breakdown
I have not been able to reconnect
My memories are distorted
I just can't watch the suffering anymore
So I'm taking the Solar Glider
I'll forgo this Splintered sphere
I'll find it
I'll find the Cosmos Guide
I know you'll understand

Written by:
Ben Long

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