That was his first irrational thought, to ascribe something as sentimental as an affectionate title regarding their relationship to something as clear cut as a machine and its malfunction. It wasn’t going to be his last for a very long time.
(We're all brothers in a perfect world)
In a perfect world there's uniformity,
(We're all brothers in a perfect world)
In a perfect world there's continuity!
(We're all brothers in a perfect world)
There's no need for spontaneity,
Perfect system, we're all brothers to THE END.
Cover my eyes, and the artillery is all I can hear.
Cover my ears, and I will taste the blood in the air.
Cover my mouth, and I will see the light of guns rushing.
Cover all three, and I will not know yet I die, or still live.
A thousand stars sit alone in a patch of forever night,
One star decides to burn brightly, hoping to be seen,
The others shrieked as it dimmed, each voice roared,
"Shine brighter, and nobody will look at the rest of us!"
Nine hundred and ninety nine stars shined that night.