The energy is dispersing through my vent, the darkness behind is screeching with some ambiguous source that is calling me, but I can barely hear it clearly. I was fabricated with years of hard works; they created me to commence to the unknown den. Every nuts and bolt are made with the finest quality ores of metal. My skin is made out of steel that is elegantly made to work in one single piece.

With inner chamber is the heart of everything for my being, my only purpose is to endeavor. Though I have no soul and emotion slowly I can comprehend that it can be sometimes perilous on negative or positive aspects of my fate. Why possession of emotion? They back the emotion to inspire and create. They preached work without motive and emotion is hollow.

Someone can create without emotion, see the example with your own eyes as this universe, galaxies, nebula, star system, anything you name it. We see galaxies form and die just like a soap bubble; is there any emotional motive hiding behind it with a brilliant random brush-stroke onto the canvas. Or is it too commercialized being too superficial? Besides with such a fuss, simply indulge its beauty as nobody has that power to calculate richness of heart, the outer shell that matters most.

What lies beneath was a true glimpse of the beauty of the oeuvre, and a subtle hint of disoriented specks of dust. The space-time just turned out of false words; my ultimate destination to get most of our life source that I can get. There is more beyond that frontier of the universe; as those words echoed and resonating through my ears as its calling me.

One day I’ll be banished; thrown into space when every breath of energy source extinguished. I will watch oasis being terraformed into the distant planet and slyly closing my eyes and my being will be melted into a gorge of time. Till then there are many things to learn and explore.