If science is half the man it says it is then I can build it the machine that snaps all of time in half I can break it’s back I can break it’s back I can build a door and I can travel through they do it with telefony you don’t see it much anymore, but but surely I but surely I If I could just hear your voice but I don’t think I have the choice The look on your face when I first connect the line for the very first time my words come slowly to mind “is anybody there?” all trembling and scared replies then come fainter than air “when the world hates a body it just throws itself away to a place where our hands can’t reach.”