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Planet Storm, Hel
Tuesday, April 7, 2009 @ 12:22 AM


Lending hand?
Lift me up?
This isn't Planet Earth.
We came to jump around with technology on this new environment.
With automatic robots scaling all over the Planet.
While manually we conduct experiments in a separate shuttle.
A white bird flew in.
How can a white bird be on this Planet?
It flew away and exploded into a burst of colors and reform back into a white bird again.

'We are left with nothing...'

We were quiet for the whole day.
Continuing our experiments.
The machines were a lot of help.
We felt a slight quake on our shuttle.
We kept quiet.