Turn 2107 to the Fungus-Boy.
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I walk up to it,
And it is vast.
It fills my view,
Blocking the stars.
I go to it,
And I scrape my hand upon the doorway.
In the Monolith,
I am filled with wonder.
Alien made, with alien designs.
I know not what they do.
I leave.
I feel stronger, more alert.
I glance at the torn hand.
It is healed.
Prime Function Alia-Alpha-One: The Monolith
[This message has been edited by The Commodore (edited March 17, 2001).]
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I walk up to it,
And it is vast.
It fills my view,
Blocking the stars.
I go to it,
And I scrape my hand upon the doorway.
In the Monolith,
I am filled with wonder.
Alien made, with alien designs.
I know not what they do.
I leave.
I feel stronger, more alert.
I glance at the torn hand.
It is healed.
Prime Function Alia-Alpha-One: The Monolith
[This message has been edited by The Commodore (edited March 17, 2001).]
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