In Alpha centuari a civillised Clan a space tribe had risen as far is they can, were war has no meaning forgotten in time infinity focused and sapience sublime
into the void they sent their machine to look for the sign of sentiant dreams
and for many long centuries of time overthrown found the Earth spinning "we are not alone"
so with spiritual lumins and energy free took a look upon Earth just to see what we see and the shadows of darkness that seep through the sky brought a grimace toward them with a tear in their eye they frowned upon money and the business of war all the power and poverty greed and law slavery factories cities of hate the comuned for a while " it's still not too late "
Into the void they sent their machine to measure precisely the sum of our dreams
Into the void they sent their machine to look for a sign of sentiant dreams sentiant dreams sentiant dreams the saviour machine the saviour machine
now the sentinal waits for the end of the dream will we sublime to the saviour machine the saviour machine