Social Talk. Text 177.

Task: Create five "strange" question which you'd ask interviewee. What each of them should reveal?

"On the interview " chant, by Ryan.

Would you dare to ask a man:
Where've you been on April ten? (there)
Whom fat neighbours cat reminds you? (pigeon)
Where's the candle from the night ball? (in my pocket)
When the longest day of year? (birthday)
What do flying fish do to swim? (dive)
Have you ever tried to cry? (one time)
Why all pigeons are so shy? (cause of cats)
Does your friend avoid the law? (only bends it)
Groaning mood, but whom to stall? (chase your tail)
Tiny tiny - where it grows? (in the egg)
Color's green, connection lost,
your brain starts the neuron burst.
Raw emotions, truly yours,
no one ever was so close.
To the dead end of no where,
to the deepest depths of cortex layer.
All is done, you were so brave,
you're not hired yet not failed.
You just showed that it could be -
pure mind, so young and sweet.
Days have passed, but you still smile,
every time you see - HR.

Social Talk. Text 176.

Task: create CV for fictitious character - Neo, from Matrix.

Name: Thomas A Anderson aka Neo aka The One
Cell phone: Nokia 8810i
Email: deleted due to rare usage available
Photo: call me, and I'll be there for you

Areas of Expertise:
Highly trained in marshal arts and weapon systems of all sorts. Can write program code. Occasionally foresee future.

Professional background
Date (starting with the most recent), Place of employment, Position, Responsibilities

2004 - present time: unemployed due to fully fulfilled duties.
2000 - 2003: Place: Zion, Position: The chosen One, responsible for saving people of Zion from extinction and the city itself from destruction.
1999 - 2000: Place: Outside of the Matrix, Position: job shadowing on the vacancy of The chosen One, responsible of self training and saving my mentor.
prior to 1999: Place: Inside the Matrix, Position: program writer for a respectable software company. Responsible of being at work on time.

Educational background
Date (starting with the most recent), Institution, Department, Diplomas acquired

No specific date: Attended Central West Junior High and Owen Patterson High. Was involved in football and hockey.

Additional information



Achievements: Saved Zion, neutralized 241 Matrix agents.
Internships: at Nebuchadnezzar with Morpheus in charge.
Language proficiency: English, bad English, C++, Java and Latin.
Other skills: Stop bullets with raised hand or capable of avoiding them if the right moment comes. Can see Matrix developed individuals as yellow something. Can decode Matrix code. Can fly and other stuff like that.
Personality: very generous, white rabbit lover, and desperate in helping other with nothing in return.


Please do not threat this text as a reference. I love Matrix trilogy, but some "facts" were exaggerated for the sake of lesson where this text was told. Thanks.

References used:
Wiki: Neo (ru)

Wiki: Neo (eng)

Social Talk. Text 175.

Task: Worse job ever. Ad.

Man required for the job, six feet tall and funny one.
Will be doing easy work, fixing screws and drilling holes.
No excuses to be late, fees are higher every day.
One time meal included here, but on Wednesday and not free.
Team's hostile and likes no one, so you'd better be a bigger one.
Feel at ease, we fire none.. they all perished somehow.
Screws are tiny - ten inch long, drill supplied, but may be broken.
Pluses our work can give listed in the brief description here:
You work seven days a week, from nine to five and extra three.
You work here and there of course, Alabama, state NewYork,
Honolulu, and Alaska, and occasional Nebraska.
Two days off if you sick leave, or whole five is you big wheel.
Best and luckiest place to work, and nobody will say no.
The facility's superb - we have shower, even soap.
Hesitate my friend no more - calls us, we will pick you at the door.

Social Talk. Text 174.

Task: Make a elevator speech from one of four storytellers.

Desperately trying to find a job, twenty three year old Steward from Idaho reinvented as old as a world approach to make first impression on possible employers, and since Internet has made lots of information available he decided to conduct a very strange research.

Collecting various info on big wheels he found himself totally consumed by the task, forgetting his core goal - to find a job. Four month have passed. Never Internet cut-off due to enormous debt was so painful to a human being, yet it helped him to actually begin with searching a job instead of digging out outstanding mysteries of those so called captains of industry.

Compiling dozens of pages of information and buying at the flee market very special, yet extra cheap gratitude gift he headed to his first accidental meeting dash interview.

How astounded he was when he has got a job, yet never talked to anyone whom he planned to. It happened so that he met Ryan from ROME on his way and had a nice little chat..

- Hi there, - a stranger said. - I see you have finest bow in history of elves versus orcs annual cosplay battle.
- It's a present for big cheese in town. - I vaguely replied, but the next strangers phrase got out of the blue.
- I guess for Freddie? - he said - He's a big fan of this particular bow, was looking it for ages. Easy way to get two of three hundred grand I must say, - and after a small pause, while I was slowly picking up my jaw, added - if you only had arrows, you might have asked for a million without hesitations.
- It seems to me that you know a lot about this Freddie and his habits.. not to tell about bow itself. - that was the only phrase I was capable of. Four month of digging though secret web pages to find scraps of information, to meet one day guy who knows it all in details.

His emotion was telling me that he wanted to tell a lot more, but instead he just asked:
- Lets make a deal. I'll look for arrows, and we split million in two precisely equal halves. What do you say?

What could I have said? I got a job that I never dreamt of.

Social Talk. Text 173.

Task: How you'd have hiring done in your company?

How I met my first employee.

Listen carefully folks, I'm going to tell you the story of my life, and it begins with ticket.

Back then, when I was all young and green, I had this idea, circling in my mind for monthes, idea of helping people. We all were obsessed with it, cause if you have helped at least one person per month during academic year, you would get a hefty bonus to your points. And as I said it has begun with a ticket.

Actually it was two tickets that I usually bought, one for me, and one for someone who might have desperately needed it. And while this concept gave me from two to five bonus people per month, I have planned to adhere it.

I've met dozens of people in such a way. Scientists, musicians, plumbers, till one day I've met a guy just like me, who was helping people with tickets. I would have never believed back then that's possible to hire people in public transport, but it is.

There's no better place to search for people then crowded rush hour bus, or local evening train. You never know when destiny is going to bring just the right person into view.. just keep looking.

Social Talk. Text 172.

Task: depict your company's ideal office.

My headhunting agency would need no office at all in its development though sole proprietorship into corporation, and in fact assumption of having one is flattening my extremely graceful cash flow projection line.

So I can only speculate on what could have happened, would I have an office now. Things like.. supply management issues and annual profit losses, parking lot jams and "Somebody ate my sandwich" letters, troubles finding proper receptionist and delivery transport repairment depot - would be only few of my problems to cope with, not to mention we actually suppose to search for people to hunt.

Sounds frightening I must say, and instead of depicting actual office building, I would like to tell my vision of a workspace I see myself in. As my work techniques evolve, I evolve along with then, pushing headhunting possibilities beyond its limit, setting up a new checkpoints in both local and global head market.

How my so called "office" should look like to satisfy my needs? It should be spacious, with water and food available at reasonable price, and I must have access to constantly refilling energy source - that is batteries, for my portable equipment. And I guess I know exact name for this type of office.. it is called freedom.

Social Talk. Text 171.

Task: Speculate about strict and severe rules that some companies use towards their employees.

Severe, and sometimes unnecessary rule in company's charter, may be found useful in perspective, if we use years of work time, rather then weeks, during which most workers start to complaint. For instance proper nutrition could be recognized by employees as restrictions of their needs, but instead intend to make them less overweight. Yet nobody cares about it now, eating half a ton of free cookies at dinery.

But such a simple example cannot show all varieties of misunderstanding between employer and employees. If you're forbidden to talk during work time with your colleagues on anything besides work, there must be a reason for that, and no matter how much you hate it, it must be good to deprive you of talks, and maybe your boss thinks that chatterbox is not so fancy name for a crowd of people who supposed to be profitable, but instead were able to prove one thing - the more people you have, the less time it needs for gossip to travel though building.

As for so called violation of your rights, such as restrictions in wear strong perfumes or revealing cloth, usually workers are absolutely right. No doubts that each cubicle has it's own air and time space quantum positioning, so no other human or even a scrap of something in entire corporation can penetrate it's boundaries. So yes. Strong fragrance is highly recommended.

Anyway, rules are not made to be broken, they are made to save something. Life for instance, so be careful avoiding it.

Social Talk. Text 170.

Is office for an employee, or employee for an office?

Searching for a job may lead you someday to a conclusion that it's essential to have your working place arranged in the best way possible. If you're student, searching for a part time offer, or a downsized worker in need of money, probably you're not to be very picky in the matter of working place as long as it is, but once you're pro in your sphere of activities, you start to notice that your output equally depends on both, tiredness and coziness.

And while you're being tired through the day regardless of anything besides coziness, the coziness itself rely on various factors, such is: comfortable positioning, fast machinery, appealing and challenging tasks, friendly people and so forth. So there is certain correlation between comfort, which makes you fell better, and productivity, relying on the comfort level of your office.
Could it be age which makes you feel that way? I don't know, but hope it is not. I prefer to think that your creativity on work, diligence and perseverance are outcome of your inner state, that is your comfort.

So lets try to sum up the idea of comfort at work.
Employer should offer you, besides things required by law, possibility of making a carrier, supply you with tasks that are able to make your mind work, and last, but not the least, part of you should feel that being at work is just like being at home, but better.. cause you’re being paid. In fact you give your work as much, as it gives you..

Social Talk. Text 169.

Does money change or reveal?

Winning bunch of bucks is fate,
are you ready for this mate?
Lucky charm, a rabbits foot,
hope they'll help me, I'm bankrupt.

With this chant all over mind,
I step up to lucky land.
Tickets, balls, some numbers lot,
can I beat this mess, I'm not..

Lost all fortune in a game.
Game which used to have the name.
Which has never been with me,
game - I always cannot win.

Rules apply, but game has changed -
biggest bet you've ever made,
insufficient, not enough,
making you an outcast.

Game, called life, is not the same,
playing it you bet yourself.
Bets are made, but bound to lose,
such a life not one to choose.

Will you win is up to you,
but remember simple truth,
no one wins without a loss,
even if it's tickets price at most.

Social Talk. Text 168.

SS - Staf surveillance department presentation.

In order not to be downsized department, me, as head of it, was intrusted a task of representing what we actually do, yet not in the way presentations should be done, nor in the way things really are in our department. Presentation ought to aim only one target - to stay alive.

My team has been studying this issue for almost ten minutes, and came to a conclusion that we are not the ones to be fired due to numerous video files we possess. Would you like to see men in back room playing poker? Or chief financial officer holding a party in the headquarters every weekend?

Of course that data is to be used only as plan B, but it's better to be prepared. With all above mentioned in my mind, I started to write my actual presentation text.

Firstly I would mention how we improve quality of services our company provides by monitoring all our workers online activity in popular social networks, such as editing posts in nosebook and banning giggles in snicker. Then I'd say something about how we build inter workers relationship, and then I would gently hint about surveillance cameras all over the place.

If this doesn't work, I will go straight to the plan B. With my text finished and reread several times, I headed to the chief executive to discuss which department to abolish.

Social Talk. Text 167.

Speedom off reech total shock.

Writing a social talk we must use only valid grammar, but what if we didn't? Lets try to change it a bit.

We speak not must Russian here in. It's understandable, or this one.. Not should information our include personal speech.

Sounds like gibberish isn't it? That rule (of things affected by rules) applies to virtually everything, excluding, perhaps, only chaos theory. Yet some people try to implement chaos in art, in attempts to create something new using their vision - something that's now called - modern art.

Here in NewTone we're not so often allowed to free our minds completely, and that's a good way to study I must admit, but since we're having our last class of the "Freedom of speech week", lets try a bit of impromptu. Brace yourself, here it goes.

Study had about great, little would I verse, I know it be.
The badly words to lines are not, but shuffled tell about.
We've best to got it seems, in grammar's me and our study it.
Go the day insane lets not, is nuts, but lets go today.


(correct variant)
Little verse about study would be great, I know, I had it.
But the lines are shuffled badly, not to tell about words.
Grammar's best in our study, and it seems to me, we've got it.
But today is not the day, lets go nuts, lets go insane!

Social Talk. Text 166.

One week in the head hunting agency.

Matt's younger brother Stanley, who recently returned from his seemed to be endless mission in Bolivia, was hardly employed, constantly unsatisfied with himself type of guy, whose occasional moan would make anybody go nuts. So when his niece, Diana, offered him to try out his skills in head hunting, he willingly accepted the vacant "job shadowing" place in Ryan O Mars enterprise.

The next day he departed to his new work, and returned only in nine days time. Full of energy, ready to conquer the world and make around the globe voyage at the same time. His first phrase was: - I'm in. - and the second one - Give me something to eat. I'm starving.

After double supper he finally began to talk.

The first head was just marvellous, - he told. - A genius head whose IQ is over two hundred with knowledge of astrophysics was required in two days. We dashed through the major universities and schools for gifted, but my sudden thought helped us to do all in time. We cornered two individuals within given scope in the online game when they were cheating, and making in-game gold out of thin air.

The second task was something extraordinary. Find a head, task stated, which doesn't want to be found and seeks the truth only in reflections. I was perplexed yet thrilled, but having known nothing about this particular head just followed my team leader into depth of unknown.

His phone rang, and Stanley, giving it a tiny glance, raced to the front door. By the time he reached the pavement, black sport car stopped near him.

My family is in a bit of a shock right now, but me, Diana Longster, knows everything about that organization. Ryan is my close friend, and I believe that I entrusted my uncle in the right hands. After all it's the best job ever.

Social Talk. Text 165.

(Task: write mission statement for your imaginary enterprise)

The task of developing a mission statement for Ryan O Mars Head Hunting agency turned out to be the most difficult yet, so Diana, being a very reasonable person, and having tried everything she could, went to bed with feelings of bitter despair circling in her mind.

Subconscious is very powerful thing, - she thought - maybe it will do the compilation of the facts I know, and produce me a well crafted statement? After ten minutes of annoying tumbling in the bed, she whispered some fancy economic term and felt asleep.

Waking up at six o'clock the first thing she did was writing down that sleepy nonsense her head was still digesting in the state of morning trance. Bur when Diana returned from the shower with her cup of coffee and favorite strawberry bagel from Nick's best bakery, early note instantly caught her attention.

Grayish, pencil written, letters were jumping out from the scrap of DreamWriter sticker, trying to convey it's message, which was - "There are no indispensable people."
Thought, bright a as day, raced though her mind - I knew I can make it! It's definitely the one I've been looking for.

Screaming and yelling shouts of joy she dashed to her car in the slippers and bathrobe and in several minutes was working at her office computer with all templates of master slogan she has been developing for over a month now. But sudden allarm made her raise her head. Intuitively pulling her hand she reached round and buzzing object which turned to be her bed table alarm clock.. she woke up instantly, but the answer has been already found.

Social Talk. Text 164.

(Task: Fill out form.)

Demand.

In modern world, headhunting is quite in demand due to constant lack of highly qualified people, but in ancient times it was a little bit different way to spend time.

Potential customers / audience

Today it can be any company, or individual, who wants to get full or part time employee with required skill set. Yet back then it was a person who'd like to have a specific head or head set.

Price

That's the most interesting part. Taking headhunting requests we try to maximize your profit, trying to deliver as many candidates data as we can, if not specified otherwise. Thus our expences can be doubled or even tripled depending on circumstances we'd encounter. As for the past usage of headhunting services - it was one silver coin per head.

Target group

Market dictates it's rules - so the one asking for a favour is our target group. You're five and want to get a lawyer to sue your kindergarten friend? We're at your service. You're ninety nine and want to find yourself a partner for the rest of your days? We're on it. There is no limits for our hunting.
Yet, as far as we aware, previously it was only elite who had a chance to be a target. I mean target group.

Your product's benefits (UPSs)

We claim that we can bring any person to your office within certain time frame, hence we have widest possible UPS - every single human falling in that category. I must add that comparing to past UPS quantity, which has been always singular, namely head, modern headhunting is a huge step forward.

Social Talk. Text 163.

(Task: What if my business plan worked out?)

My business plan task was fulfilled with one idea in mind, we need heads, and if that presentation tend to be funny and more visual, this text is about to be as serious as it could be.

While head-hunting term could be understood differently, what it really means is how it literally being pronounced. Modern world consists of millions of companies who would give a lot to acquire smart person who is pro and can increase revenue of an enterprise. That's how hiring agencies appeared, and proved themselves to be a very viable business.

The head is the main goal of venture called hunting. Agency not just places ads and commercials with work offers, but actually huts every single men in the scope required. Good times, when companies could have chosen top dogs out of hundreds applied, are gone, and contemporary world compels us to find new ways of hiring, of actual hunting for the personnel in the city jungles.

You can hire a dozen, a hundred workers, but certain strategies had proven that a sole human could triple your company profit in a year. And my agency would have found this human, if it were founded under my meticulous supervision.

What does it show, this, so called, modern hiring policy? That me, as experienced professional, will be able to find appropriate job in the matter of days. And the most important that now it's me who picks the company, from now on and forever.

Social Talk. Text 162.

Task for our social was to create funny business plan for imaginary company. I must say that whole group accomplished task quite well, and some of the presentations were very funny. Here goes mine: Ryan O Mar enterprise

Social Talk. Text 161.

If I were to buy a franchise, what would it be?

In my mind, there is a voice -
I need franchise, I need a choice.
To make a business of my own,
and to have moneys constant flow.

But it is hard for me to have,
a weapon business - selling planes.
And neither of the countries will,
give me the power to be king.

So is there single one for me?
A dream franchise, are you to be?
Or maybe printing money is?
I have been looking it for years.

I guess that knowledge mine is weak,
should have predicted it, I think.
Where is the one I'm craving for?
Does it stand behind the door?

Door slams open - postman's here.
There's recruitment letter sir!
I guess my dreams come to an end.
Army's waiting - that's dead end.

Social Talk. Text 160.

Describe pros and cons of becoming an entrepreneur.

I'm working nine to five, but my friend are all just fine.
They are bosses, not like me - mere cleaner on the street.
Roy has car-sale and scrap yard, he's best dream - is Cadillac.
Mandy, Roys young sister's geek - has her own pink / blond boutique.
And the oldest, fatty boy, has a bar with vast deploy.

They have cars, a house, flat. All they may have wanted yet.
Suddenly - a brightest flash. I'm not worse then them. Not yet.
Could it be so that my dream - "to have streets just nice and clean",
be implanted in this town, with the help of my own mind?
Would I dare to take a risk, starting "Little Ryan's clean"?

This would be the mightiest firm, holding business of new form.
Clean with robots and so on, so that people stayed at home.
No necessity at all, do the meenest job of all.
Think in future I would be.. CEO or executive.
And my old and dearest friends are allowed to be right hands.

Dreaming of the place I'll live, I forgot I need to clean.
I was fired the same day, kinda lame of me, must say.
Guess that ventures aren't for me, they are making me feel sick.
Now I'm pity I'm not geek, otherwise I could've succeeded.
Could have done it, be delighted, but instead I'm here and fractured.

New study.

We're about to face new challenge in English study - new business course in our language school. Don't know exactly what it like, but I'm sure it will be as fun as others.

Hope to write few more "social talks"..

Underwater housing fail (and an attempt of camera repairment)

The first time I was in Egypt the idea of having a underwater housing for a camera didn't occur to me, so by the time I've got a chance to visit a decent sea I was prepared. I ordered a cheapest underwater case I could find to fit not the smallest lens of my Lumix TZ5.

First day I was shooting only pictures (not much to see). The second day I've tried to shoot a short movie, and that is what I've got:

- the truth that there's nothing to shoot (unlike the depths of Egyptian Red sea)

- decent underwater video. Here it is:

- and the fact that I need to do something with the water in my camera

I must admit that actually it was my mistake, because I somehow left underwater case not properly sealed before diving. I'm sure had it been rightly sealed it would've been watertight. But never mind.. just be careful.

Shown movie clip is only a half of the actual footage that I managed to repair from broken *.mov file (when water came in, I was still filming).

Funny thing.. I always wanted to disassemble my camera, and sadly I've got a reason to do so.

I remembered about necessity of capturing whole process when my old TZ5 was disassembled into pieces.

As far as I understood camera contains 4 or 5 lens, and only two of them are movable.

The actual sensor with one lens on it.

One of the boards with water corrupted sockets.

And the other one. Luckily breach was shortly identified, and battery pulled out on the spot. So there was little harm to majority of components.

Metal body seams to be undamaged at all. Just a little bit dirty.

Sophisticated, as for me, lens movement system, but I'm sure it's a typical one for such type of cameras.

Sockets soldering was damaged the most, and yet is has the least distance between legs. Tricky.

Flash capacitor. Nothing interesting.

Fully assembled lens. Turn it, snap it, click it, move it, then again, again and push it. I wonder who are those people who had the idea of such construction?

 

A lot of oxidized sockets. Solution? Cotton swab, alcohol, tiny needle and some sort of magnifier.

Density of components is quite impressive.

Card reader surrounded by a bunch of jacks.

Skeleton of a camera.

I didn't want to remove the screen, so here is just a photo of it's back.

One piece left (which is on the right)

Only top cover with the screen left.

Kinda ready. Lets try to switch it on...

It was the first time it launched after drowning, and it made me happy, but the stained from inside screen made me totally unhappy.

I was forced to completely disassemble the screen, I literally peeled it on the individual layers. Backlight, reflector, diffuser, other layers I don't know, the TFT screen itself and the protective layer.

Interesting.. would I be able to put it all together again? I was thinking, but nevertheless continuing to peel.

Some sort of diffuser.. I guess.

Due to complexity of screen inner structure I was unable to capture the whole process, and I'm afraid if I had tried, I wouldn't have fulfilled the task at all.

Now the screen works properly, alongside with the rest of the features.

Am I happy now? I guess yes, cause after all I peeked inside my camera, and I've still got it working.

by Over 2012.08.28

NewTone third year...

Recently started the last year of my study. Some business course, video course.. whatever, I'll study anything, let it be there.

We love you NewTone.

Social Talk. Text 131.

(task: Is everybody suppose to be happy?)

In search of happiness.

Though happiness is an abstract and highly personal feeling, it can be depicted with just couple of words to have virtually the same meaning for the majority. Such words as joy and relief, safety and prosperity will determine the most of it, but having got all those feeling in one person in particular moment of time, he is starting to feel insufficiency of the rest which forms his own happiness. And that is where the problem origin is. Because once we have understood that we need more, we cannot just cherish a hope to be happy anymore. And what is weird, despite people have so much in common, we start to fight for our own dream, seeing nothing on our way. And when we're there, at our happinesses doorstep, we may find that we had picked it wrong. We're still in search, but those who were on the way will never come back, making our happiness less possible to find.

Social Talk. Text 123.

The one with the bleak life.

Have you ever been on a deserted road? If you had been, than you must have remembered those tremendous moments, when after climbing on a lonesome hill, which is standing in your way, you see it, great and mighty snake like road which has no end to find. There are some barely noticeable hills in the distance, and a tiny dot in a place where it's body bends over the skyline.

Have you ever had that special felling, that occurs only when knowing, that you are a sole person in any side back and forth till horizon, makes your sole feel totally free? Such emotion is a once in a lifetime experience, and I hope that you had memorized it well, cause who knows when, if ever, you might have such possibility again.

My final question will be simpler, yet harder to answer. Have you ever tried to find such road? Will you search it? To be completely free from everything at least for a moment. But before answering, I want you to think what could happen to you after that glorious moment. Would your life be the same after passing such emotional peak? Wouldn't it be bleak after that?

Social Talk. Text 121.

The one with fellow traveler.

Traveling, you might have noticed huge difference between short and a long distance trip, and what is interesting, it may have seemed that distance itself is more important, but in real life it is not. Our life obeys only strange and unpredictable rules of chaos, and if in a bus a guy, you are sitting with, is normal, be careful, the next ride, you might be accompanied by drunk man in a business suit or even worse, by a talkative annoying girl, whose problems can be a nightmare for any psychologist.

It seems to me, the greater the distance of a trip, the more important your fellow traveler is. 'Cause being annoyed is not what you want in a nineteen hour flight, hence you are waiting for a reasonable neighbor, who can be a nice interlocutor and who will be accepting to all problems you may encounter during flight.

All this matters only if I speak on my behalf. It's my own experience talking from inside, choosing whom it would have chosen if it had such possibility. But after all we're different, and it doesn't mean that something that applies to me will apply to you. But anyway I guess the best fellow traveler for anybody must be at least clean.

Social Talk. Text 120.

The one with trains.

(~200 years ago)
..sitting in a moving train,
looking through it's windows glass
on a deep green valley's waving grass.
I am thinking could we've lost,
our future brightest gloss,
by inventing those machines,
which are powered by steam.

(~now)
In the years - nothing had changed,
we still traveling by train,
but the thing is - we are not
looking through the glass a lot.
Every person has it's own,
windows in computer phone,
which we're using not to watch,
something that sould have some worth,
but to hide our own small soul,
from the people, from unknown.

(~200 years after)
In the future we'll be like
certain mix from now and past.
Will be riding same steam trains,
but in space and not in vane
Now we trying to find out,
what it will be then, with ours,
precious soul that keen to travel,
keen to live and to enjoy.
Will we live in here forever,
or we're doomed to be destroyed?