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She waited…

But she knew that this waiting would soon be finished.

Soon that would be finished …

Nine days being crossed since “disaster”. They had always believed that they can bring elements under control, purged from hostile conditions. They achieved to create an atmosphere, a bearable environment, where they can live. They use many inventions, they conditioned the planet. Martians lived by this control. But nine days ago they lost it.

Something or someone had open Pandora’s Box, for an unknown reason that no one will never know…

In the distance, fire electromagnetic storms appear.

Quickly, authorities had alerted Martians about this phenomenon. They can’t say how long that will be present on the planet, but not after many generations. Authorities don’t want to use the true words, like “irremediable”,“infinity”, “Martian catastrophe” or “destruction of Martianity”…

They were very clear on the two choices. The Mars's population had to leave the planet and never come back, or to stay... and die.

Mr and Mrs K refuse to leave: they can’t leave this place where they lived all their life, and their ancestors before them.

Slowly, she can see the first lightning who announces the incredible tempest that will soon come in this crystal house. This tempest, at the horizon, gives fear to Mrs K, but also a feeling of admiration. The phenomenon already brings rubbish from hot sands, electrical minerals components, and also pieces of Martians body.

Mars takes her rights back, sweep any non-natural presence from the surface, with the intention to start again evolution from his origin. This flood of fire and sand was going to take and destroy everything...

For more than three days already, the last shuttles had left the redplanet. There remained no more than a Martians' weak percentage on the planet, ready to confront the anger of this one. The most part had preferred running away, it was understandable.

But it was also comprehensible to want to stay, as MR and Mrs K.

She hears the storm now, a loud sound, blend of deafening flashes of lightning of sands, synthetic noise of the electromagnetic rain and the wind, especially, which slapped quite other sound.

Mr K approached to see this extraordinary show and puts his hand around Mrs K's hip.

Soon that would be finished …

escapades nocturnes renunciation

Daddy where are you now
Forgot about your vow?
You promised you'd return and take me to Earth
Did you have to fight that war
What was it all for?
The honor of one's name, what is it worth?
I'm all alone - we're all alone
My future's unknown - our future's unknown
I reach out to the stars out here in my house on Mars
Mother did you hear me cry?
You never told me why
You put me in this world of rock and dust
No friends for playing games
No foes who scorn my name
Computerized machines of steel and rust
Is this my home? - this is our home

This desolate dome - this desolate dome
I call out to the stars: I'm alone in my house on Mars
I'll never smell the ocean breeze
I'll never climb the highest trees
I'll never feel the burning sun
I'll never meet my chosen one... in my house
Daddy I forgive you now
You could not keep your vow
You will never return, I'll never see Earth
My time has come - our time has come
I'm emotionally numb - emotionally numb
I'm headed for the stars, I'm leaving my house on Mars
No friends in my house on Mars
No foes in my house on Mars
I was born in my house on Mars
I will die in my house on Mars

Ayreon - My House on Mars

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Ayreon - My House on Mars

Bonjour, en lisant cet écrit, les souvenirs me reviennent, le petit prince...

joli blog, fort intéressant, merci pour cet interlude.


- 17:27 - 26/11/2012

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