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Prospect #2
Moving forward.
Memories left behind. A new life, a new journey. I've built anew.
For mankind... for my kind.
The vessel stares back at me. From every angle, the menacing smile latches on.
Talking walls speak and spell my life story.
My past life.
The vessel sleeps beside me... the comfort breath.
Morning skin of machines, of humanity's beginnings.
Am I God? I've been called worse... drift in and out.
The vessel brings me sleep.
Hyper Sleep
Prospect #1
Mind bending strategy game. Running through obstacles on a land never ventured.
Every night. Every wake. Alone but not for long.
The signals worked. Did I want this? I must go back and explain my reasonings. Worse things have happened. Wose things will happen.
The old atlas is found. No matter what I do it's been done... it's been worse.
This is not reassuring. Imperfect. Improper. Extinct.
They have found me.
A new journey.
Prospect #2
I approach unfamiliar gound. Left standing with the air swirling silently.
A creepy siren, the siren of loneliness.
Twisting, falling, and screaming.
Please break me out.
The crumbling starts. Inch by inch the ground takes over.
The wretched clench of my insides.
Unspeakable anguish... this fucking contortion.
Awake, mime standing.
Air swirling around me... silent.
Siren of loneliness. This is real isn't it? Can't tell these days, the longest fucking days.
Why the anger I wonder?
(The mission must stay focused. I work day in and day out.)
To create. To recreate.
Have I become a god? I have been called much worse.
Secretly that title makes me feel comfortable.
In my place. It's been a while. This god-like complex does bring me a smile.
To create. To recreate.
Down to the last seed I stand with a dark stare. Still silent, still frighteningly silent. I must leave myself.
That's what all of this has gotten me... infinite life? Conquering of death.
The seed is planted.
Time to move on. What have I become?
I'll make my own life seem new.
Face all of my mistakes and grow.
Must grow.
Moving forward.
Memories left behind. A new life, a new journey. I've built anew.
For mankind... for my kind.
The vessel stares back at me. From every angle, the menacing smile latches on.
Talking walls speak and spell my life story.
My past life.
The vessel sleeps beside me... the comfort breath.
Morning skin of machines, of humanity's beginnings.
Am I God? I've been called worse... drift in and out.
The vessel brings me sleep.
Hyper Sleep
Prospect #1
Mind bending strategy game. Running through obstacles on a land never ventured.
Every night. Every wake. Alone but not for long.
The signals worked. Did I want this? I must go back and explain my reasonings. Worse things have happened. Wose things will happen.
The old atlas is found. No matter what I do it's been done... it's been worse.
This is not reassuring. Imperfect. Improper. Extinct.
They have found me.
A new journey.
Prospect #2
I approach unfamiliar gound. Left standing with the air swirling silently.
A creepy siren, the siren of loneliness.
Twisting, falling, and screaming.
Please break me out.
The crumbling starts. Inch by inch the ground takes over.
The wretched clench of my insides.
Unspeakable anguish... this fucking contortion.
Awake, mime standing.
Air swirling around me... silent.
Siren of loneliness. This is real isn't it? Can't tell these days, the longest fucking days.
Why the anger I wonder?
(The mission must stay focused. I work day in and day out.)
To create. To recreate.
Have I become a god? I have been called much worse.
Secretly that title makes me feel comfortable.
In my place. It's been a while. This god-like complex does bring me a smile.
To create. To recreate.
Down to the last seed I stand with a dark stare. Still silent, still frighteningly silent. I must leave myself.
That's what all of this has gotten me... infinite life? Conquering of death.
The seed is planted.
Time to move on. What have I become?
I'll make my own life seem new.
Face all of my mistakes and grow.
Must grow.
Lyrics submitted by Hypersleeper
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One of the two, but it seems his God complex comes from the fact he has traveled back in time and acts as a God "in his place." The garden of eden. It's being literal, and when he says he'll face his mistakes, he considers humanity "his kind" and he will either "create" a new history, or "recreate" the one that happened, and his anguish in Lunar Wilderness and his face-off with death shows his plan for humanity didn't work, and he wasn't able to face "his" mistakes and grow. I think Prospect 1 will be key to trying the plan again or something and actually fixing humanity's destructive traits...
Prospect 1:
He managed to create a radio device to ask for help. He wants to be liberated from this island. The radio worked and some people have found him.
Prospect 2:
He loses his grip on reality while crafting a machine, a vessel. (This is a confusing part to me) Things start to go wrong, possibly the earth falling apart around him. A part of me thinks he's built a time machine, but that conflicts with my hypothesis on the next song. The other hypothesis is that the vessel is a hypersleep chamber to basically speed up everything around him.