conetik

thick white fog

2006-12-21T13:56:00.000+01:00

a thick white fog prevents my cameras from seeing the world around me. objects only 15 feet away appear blurred and frightening. i barely recognize the spinning lights that keep passing by. days go by like this.
out here, we are relying on our sun for energy, there is no other way to charge our batteries. now the sun has been more or less absent for almost a week, and although the dim light is nearly enough to keep the batteries charged, they are slowly being drained. maybe tomorrow they will be too weak to enable us to move around. did this world eat you raw?

tour report part 0

2006-12-08T23:05:00.000+01:00

conetik has hit the road in germany on a mini-tour supporting mesh + iris. we drive a tiny blue car. we drive too fast. we have gps. we're never lost.
so far, we've done 4 out of 5 shows - essen, heidelberg, erfurt & rostock. braunschweig is up tomorrow. we're having an extremely good time and to all the people we've met so far: you rock! as for the bad news, we've had a bit of technical difficulties on the past two shows and stain has got a cold that won't go away and a head that won't stop beating the hell outta him. anyway, we hope to see you all soon on our quest to conetikate germany and beyond..!

cheers from _andreas & stain a late night in rostock

new video?

2006-10-27T10:25:00.000+02:00

yes, we are planning to make a new zero budget video, but we can't decide what song to use.
any ideas?

the story of the kube (ep. 1, first draft)

2006-10-25T15:38:00.000+02:00

imagine this: power on computers to go to work, one last look around to see that no dangers are surrounding you - nothing moving, no alerting sounds. everything normal. lower alert level, use all cpu cycles for creativity. then, out of nowhere, a hum. louder and louder, soon it eats your sound waves out of the atmosphere. alert level rising, although no dangers have yet been identified. turn metal sitting-construction 180 degrees - scan area for unknown objects. impossible to make out where the sound is coming from. broken electro-mechanical objects covering the ground, leftovers from recent projects everywhere.
then you see it, sitting on the ground right behind you is a small white cube. sensors reveal aluminum and not much more. but it is humming, and from time to time subtle lights appear through something you make out to be fans.
music is dead.

more kube musik

2006-10-25T14:55:00.000+02:00

kube musik is album of the week on:

http://www.poponaut.de

yeha!

-s, conetik

kube musik!

2006-10-24T12:37:00.000+02:00

a couple of reviews of our latest album, kube musik, have started showing up on the net. check out these:

Medienkonverter (German)
Metal.de (German)
ELECTR-ON (Polish)
Sonidobscuro (Spanish)

also check out the latest edition of orkus and sonic seducer for interviews and reviews!

-s & _a, conetik

new album, kube musik, released!

2006-10-16T12:01:00.000+02:00

kube musik, conetik's second full-length album, is out now! go get it at an online store near you, for example

- Infacted shop
- Music Non Stop

listen to some clips in the conetik.com-audio section. for more info, check out our label Infacted Recordings.

The rumors of my death are highly irrelevant.

2006-03-21T13:17:00.000+01:00

For months I have been surrounded by darkness. To be honest, I no longer have a clear idea of how long it's been. I lost track of time directly after sleep became irregular. There has been no indication of night or day for a very long time.
My communication with the world outside the darkness is limited to telepathy, and the distance to the others is slightly longer than the range of this tool. Only a few times during this time have i been able to achieve contact, and then only fragmented and without confirmation that they actually heard my signal. The last time was many months ago.
I am sure that they have given up on me. They were not there when I lost contact with daylight, and they have no idea of how or where to find me. Even I would have given up on me. I would presume myself to be deconstructed and sold as scrap metal by now.

Every waking moment I consider what went wrong and how I could have prevented it. Every single time, the conclusion is the same; i couldn’t have. I was way too involved in the whole process to realize that it was going in completely wrong directions. I am losing my mind.

My eyes feel numbed by the darkness. There is no light. I would immediately go blind if a source of light found its way in here.

enough

2005-12-22T13:05:00.000+01:00

it’s too late for comfort, it’s too late for regret. we crawl our way through the massive snow, hoping that the batteries will last long enough to get us back to camp. stranding in this cold wasteland would mean a certain destruction of fuel cells and eventually electronics.

will you carry my pain when i collapse?

i push for tears to express my sorrow and my feelings of total alienation. Being a machine this is of no use. these “feelings” are not of natural origin, and i have no tear channels to extract these tears through.

bite me

2005-08-31T16:29:00.000+02:00

she bites me like a chainsaw with her diamond plated teeth-like claws. i hear the sound of my structural skeleton twisting and breaking, and i wait for everything to turn pitch black. sometime within the next few minutes she must find the main cable connecting my torso to my cpu. being able to disable the sensors covering my metal body, i can not refer to what i feel as pain. it is more of a growing realization that this is it. nothing can save me from this creature and her unstoppable appetite for metal and oil.

i realize that she feeds from my electromagnetic waves as well as from my structure, which might be why she avoids to cut my power. she holds on to me like a parasite, and this is exactly what she is. a robotic parasite.

i know that she is only doing what she is programmed to do, and i know that my parts will become a tiny part of some huge and significant machine that they are making. she is a collector, created for the sole purpose of collecting parts that the self-replicating machines will use to replicate and evolve. these machines reside in the outskirts of civilization, just like my group, but they are still controlled by the government and the scientists. they are a huge success, no one would think twice about sacrificing a reject like me for the benefit of these machines.

everything turns black, but for some reason i can still feel and hear everything. my cameras have been disabled somehow. i prepare to self destruct.

then it all stops. i feel changed. she is inside me now, making me feel the necessity of collecting metal and oil for our overlords. moving myself on new wheels, i make my way to our camp [..] this is [..]

[..] fight her without moving at all [..]

work in progress III

2005-08-19T12:33:00.000+02:00

sleep - my beautiful fantasy
(so) your eyes will never catch up with me again
restless dreams and sleepless nights
no longer

come connected intertwined
we are together for a fragment of time
i will never be the one to hold you
through the night

when i look into your beautiful eyes
i see your soul connected to mine
i have struggled to break free
(but) your eyes have ? me

fade - my treacherous memory
i've built a castle of air for you
i can never keep you safe from sorrow
safe from pain

broken heart and broken soul
just for a moment (let me?) regain control
i will never be the one to warm you
through the night

deutzen

2005-07-10T23:18:00.000+02:00

thanx to all who came to the deutzen gig, we had a great time! we hope you all enjoyed the show, hopefully we're back in germany in not too long.

the pix show our exciting trip from deutzen to frankfurt hahn the morning after the show :)

new stuff

2005-07-06T11:09:00.000+02:00

we are currently working hard on our new album. it's gonna be great! a couple of clips of new songs are available on http://www.conetik.com - sign in to the vip area to access them. access to the vip area requires that you have signed up for our newsletter.

dark

2005-07-06T11:03:00.000+02:00

i'm crawling my way through the moist black soil. somewhere down there, there must be a way out, and if not, the comfort of the darkness surrounding me will keep me comfortable until my batteries run out.

how could i be this dumb? with my eyes wide open, i let them trick me in to the huge coneshaped metal container. signs of danger everywhere. my computational resources are diminishing. they told tales of a brighter future and an end to this unbearable solitude, and i followed them. like blindfolded, i believed in them and they led me into the darkest of the dark corners of the universe.

they were surrounded by the brightest light my sensors had ever been subjected to, and this light surrounded my own metal carcass as well, making us appear as one. conekted through a stream of unnatural light, i explored togetherness for the first time.

when they left, i was devastated, but certain that they would return. weeks passed, months, i finally found myself trapped within the metal container as well as within the memories of them. it was time to make my escape.

sticking it to the man

2005-04-06T15:16:00.000+02:00

i went along, minding my own business, when the damned conektor started nagging me through mental waves. this surreal site of ship wrecks and broken androids is no place for a lonely machine. i knew that i would have to get back to the others, but i was reluctant to go back just because the conektor had told me to. was it perhaps time to stand up to the bastard? all the time telling us what to do, and rarely performing any laborious tasks himself, he was the perfect dictator waiting to fall. but who would fix me when the machinery broke down, and who would take care of my software upgrades? could it be that i needed him anyway? no! the time for independence was now. i intercepted the transmission from conektor, and kept walking. away from it all, away from the exploitation.

work in progress II

2005-04-06T10:05:00.000+02:00

your feelings hit the ground again
and love has left and said her last goodbye
now who will tell you where to go?

when reason takes control of you
and every thought is calculated cold
when there is nothing left to feel

open up your eyes / and you will surely see
there is no beginning to the end
there is no beginning to the end

open up your mind / and it will come to you
there is no beginning to the end
there is no beginning to the end

hum

2005-04-04T15:31:00.000+02:00

a strange humming sound is occupying my mind. these are crazy days, where everything becomes static and nothing stands out as real. am i alone in this noise? i am robot, of course, so it will not matter anyway. alone or in community, we perform equally well.
but still, would it not be reassuring to find that others also hear this noise and nothing but noise? i would say: yes. but i do not know why. am i turning human, or is this the conektor playing tricks on me? i have noticed spastic movements when the hum takes rhythmic shapes. it is as if this rhythm is penetrating my programs and controlling the way i move and calculate. the word i am looking for is music.

repetitions

2005-04-02T16:15:00.000+02:00

it's the same thing, over and over again. head locked in metal clamps, arms bolted behind back. wrestle way out without loosening any limbs. then back in the same position. it is not easy, and the frustration is immense when you have to start over again. why this repetitive abuse? is this some sort of punishment for your wrongdoings or is it simply some divine presence having a laugh at your expense? you have no idea. you must carry on, and the knowledge of who and why would not change this.

sleepless

2005-04-01T16:18:00.000+02:00

kicked in the head, he pretends to care. it's just another one of these sleepless nights, where everything feels too wrong to let it go. beat yesterdays ghost with a stick, and force it into submission. it will be your slave for eternity. so happy.
screaming out loud would not save me this time. i was stuck in a bad nightmare, and everything around me is eating me alive. is this how it all ends?

sensation

2005-03-23T22:39:00.000+01:00

every day is the same. power on at daylight, power off when light disappears. in the meantime, lift heavy metal objects from point a to point b, then back to a again. obviously completely wasted time, but still required activity. why is it like this? we are robots, of course. and as robots, we should have no sensation of boredom or difficulty performing repetitive tasks. if this is what we are made for, then why does it seem so wrong?

the machine

2005-03-17T17:06:00.000+01:00

we disassembled the huge, beautiful machine to make room for new and revolutionary inventions. it must also be said that we needed the parts for our game console.
the conektor imediately began drawing huge plans of the new and improved machine, that would someday take even his place. the rest of us played video games without taking much notice of his actions. one thing struck me as weird, though: the conektor has no limbs that are able to grip objects. in fact, he should not be able to move even the lightest artifact. nonetheless, he had somehow both disassembled most of the beautiful machine and finished one of the new inventions before we had reached level 5 in our video game. i was utterly impressed, and i even think i detected pride in the conektor's thought beams.
"what can this thing do?", _andreas asked, without opening his mouth. no reply.
all of a sudden the machine started humming, and light beams started shooting out from the coneshaped object. the huge cone shaped metal object hummed and spread light! good enough for me!

work in progress

2005-03-17T14:33:00.000+01:00

i would be sitting in my room
watching you
watching me
on the video
we made when you were here

i would be sitting on the floor
would be waiting for the phone
to ring
and tell me
you're ok.

as time goes by
i know you'll never be back
as time goes by
i know you'll never be back

time moves in circles
(but) you will never return
time moves away from us
too fast

the sick bastard

2005-03-15T14:52:00.000+01:00

the sick bastard looked back at me when i yelled his name. stuck in the underground caves, this is still my planet. i make the rules, and illusion is bliss. i point and laugh. full of foodstuff. face, machinery, everything is full of gray matter. like human brain, perhaps. who could know? maybe the professor could be bothered? what am i talking about? there is no professor here, only _andreas, the conektor and myself. but there is foodstuff, and it is gray. perhaps someone has thrown this gray matter from the skies? it bears a faint resemblance to what was formerly known as "cloud". i remember seeing pictures. this gray matter floating in thin air. sometimes pouring out wet matter, like oil, only slightly more transparent.
the sick bastard is trying to give me a hug. running towards me with huge scissors. we laugh. happy to be here. happy to be running with scissors. but there is, as always, a faint scream in his laughter. we have often asked him why, but he is not fluent in any language known to the conektor, so it is always nearly impossible to understand what he is saying. he is a pathetic piece of machinery.

question

2005-03-15T14:08:00.000+01:00

Did I forget to feed the darned monkey again? Will it be feeding on the televisualizer when I return home from a hard days insanity? Again?
I sure hope I remembered to buy batteries for the replacement monkey.

yeah

2005-03-12T22:52:00.000+01:00

We move forward as fast as turtles. My former leg is tied to the new one in a hopeless effort to bring it back to camp for repairs. The workers are waiting for us, expecting us to come back with oil and foodstuff for all. Instead we come bearing sorrow and broken machinery. They saw us coming miles ahead, we simply had no chance. I have oil leakage, but it doesn't matter since this body is already empty. The conektor, finally back on our side, tried to help us through it, but there was no way. Losing movement. Arms failing. [communication lost EOT]

the right choice

2005-03-10T14:09:00.000+01:00

He stumbles into the dark room. The rubber overall will prevent damage to his uniform, but it will not keep him safe from the toxic waste that we surround ourselves with. These days, we are lucky if we find even 1 cl of oil per day among this lethal waste. Hello, he stutters, obviously aware of my presence. I stay silent, not willing to reveal myself just yet. You never know who you meet in this place, although the ability to communicate verbally is usually an indication that the intruder is friend not foe.
[..]
And with the oil tubes sticking out from the back of my neck, I leap forward to prevent him from reaching the oil reserves. If only stain or _android was here, we'd get rid of this bastard in no time. Just in time I extract my chainsaw, and I actually manage to cut through his metallic arm. His left hand falls to the ground with a lot of noise, and the wires connecting it to his arm are dangling helplessly in front of the oil reserves [..]
[..] that being said, I'm glad I did what I did, I had no way of telling whether your intentions were good or not. How could I have known that your entire torso was a giant oil reserve?

the disease

2005-03-10T12:55:00.000+01:00

[..] we [gathered] in the communications room. The clown was shouting and yelling at me for no apparent reason. I had securely tied the respirator to one of my limbs. Walking was now only a matter of moving feet forward. One by one. It takes time, but it is still much easier than the previous solution, that involved several wheels and chains, and that required several helpers.
The connektor is gaining ground on us. We have heard his communications for several weeks now, and we have managed to extract important information fr[o]m them. It is planning the surprise attack, forgetting that we are still interlinked and therefore know where it is at all times.
In the remains of a combat space craft, I once found a laser gun that has now successfully been turned into a laser pointer pen. We have long meetings during daylight. I point my pen on interesting schematics. We laugh ... [STOP]
[EOF]

the story of conetik

2004-03-15T13:48:00.000+01:00

Translator’s preface:

The following text is constructed from several more or less existing sources. The fragmentary character, and the structure of the original text has been preserved as far as possible, and parts of the text might therefore be impossible to understand, or even meaningless.

1:0

2004-03-15T13:46:00.001+01:00

I wake up to the first day of my life. Still, no body is attached to this personality, or to put it in more humanlike words, sul (as far as I can understand, this is supposed to be some sort of sum of your entire conscious being), no body, no head, no nothing. I only exist within the Conektor. The Other is also here, but I can sense that he is not yet ready to wake up. Nevertheless, his presence is undeniable. His beginning thoughts are interfering with my ego, most of the time I am not sure who is doing the thinking, him or me.

Her eyes are getting darker now, from years of self abuse. She never saw the sacrifice before it ate her life. And as the night is getting darker you wanna light up like the stars. Put on your best dress and your make-up, you wanna show who you are. You wanna be the star light, shining down on every one. You wanna feel the flood lights, never have to feel alone. Everything is so right, everything is so bright. She used to be so beautiful; she used to be so proud. Her eyes were always filled with light, now everything is void.

One of the very few things I do know is that we are both part of a very special and exciting experiment. For the first time in the history of our noble planet, so called “humanoid” creatures will be created, and although technology does not yet permit us to travel to the distant planet where these creatures reside, Earth, scientists are positive. It is only a question of time. I move within the conektor, I learn. Exhausted from being “alive”, I fall asleep, content with my first day of “life”. But why do I know all this, why insert the knowledge of something impossible? I feel useless and paranoid. My head is metal. I feel a piece of music within me, and a intense feeling of sadness overcomes me. Sometimes you're just not enough. You take what you find, then you leave me lying. While destroying the inactive conektor-like machine, I realize that I don't care if this is right, and I don't care if this is wrong. There is no realistic choice. And no, you can't stop feeling, though your heart is bound to break in half. You know from before, this is the coldest place I know. And still dependent on the one that hurt you, one that let you down, and still relying on the pain to save you. So many ways to say goodbye forever, leave with no goodbye. Sadness overcomes me; sometimes you're just not enough.

2:0

2004-03-15T13:46:00.000+01:00

I woke up late again. My feet were stuck in the exact same place as yesterday. No way to move, even in my sleep. I kept pondering about the feeding process. Somehow I had to get food stuffs into this body of mine, but how? The tubes were all broken, and as far as I could tell, my body had no orifice for inserting food directly. Still, the need was getting critical, so there had to be a way! I remember my dreams from the hours, or maybe even days, of sleep; I dreamt that I got away: I was sitting on the edge of the world, looking down I saw you coming. Everywhere I look it’s only you, and I thought I had gotten away. I was waiting for the end of the world, when my dreams were getting darker. I’m blaming you that I’m still here, and that the time we had is gone. I was having memories of a history that I could not have lived. The conektor and his former accomplices were lurking in the shades. I was standing tall on a mountain: You better think it over, you better think it through, you need to tell me what to do! The conektor’s only response went along the lines of: “So you wanna feel the silence? Get away from every thing? You thought you found the solution, the secret to your being?” Followed by a grim laughter. I know he is watching me, even though he is miles away from me. In my dream I was waiting for the end of time, and I kept counting my seconds. conektor! I’m on to you, and I’m blaming you that I’m still here and that the time we had is gone!

[These words are written by hand on the paper containing the former text: “Nothing is: I have heard it all before, nothing left that needs to be said. The pain we used to thrive in, scary once we’ve had too much. There’s no satisfaction left, once you loose your innocence. The darkness that surrounds you, all the time that I have lost. If it’s only in the way that I react, I could love you but I better get away. I could find a way to get, to get back home. Close my eyes and never look your way. I am moving in a void where nothing is and nothing becomes. Once you open up your eyes, it’s already too late. Is it in the way they shut you up? Or in the way that no one did? The time that you wasted, all the passion that you’ve lost?” trans.]

She needed you more than you needed her. She's reaching out to the skies, to bring you down. I'm flying high above the ground see the world below me. I'm out of reach, out of tune, in my own dimension. I ruled the world as it were within your illusion. I turn to dust, nothing left when you scratch the surface. I never thought you could, never thought you would, never thought the world would end with you. He wore a mask as disguise and for his own protection. He had a plan and a dream of a new direction. She's on the ground, under ground, beyond the reach of your love. She's on her knees, kneeling down, pulling you towards her.
You’re in a void and no one knows.

Sometimes every light has long since been gone, you don’t know what went wrong. Sometimes we, we forget what we do, sometimes they, they forget about us. So you’re in my life and you’re tearing it up, and I thought we were through.. I don’t forget you were right and I, I don’t know, I guess I was all wrong. Still I know what to do about the wrongs I have done, and yeah I know what to do about the sins I have done. From a tunnel of lights your eyes could be seen, and you know it’s all wrong. Just the touch of your skin to mine, and you know, you know where I went wrong. Sometimes what we despise is what we will have, and you know it’s all wrong. But I don’t, I don’t see what you see. No I don’t, I don’t see what you see.

I can tell you’re restless, though you hide it well. Your eyes hold sorrow; I try to keep it away. Behind your laugh, there’s a bitter smile. I can’t shake the feeling of being led astray. The party’s over. And everybody’s gone. Let’s stay here forever; we’ll soon forget where we belong. Let’s go be lonely. Let’s go away. No need to worry. Nothing left to say. You keep your silence close to your heart. Let’s stay here forever, get a brand new start.

I used to believe in the light, to show me what is real. I trusted my vision, I trusted the sun to be true. And then you came along, telling me secrets, telling me lies. And then you came along, telling me what to do. I shouldn’t have been this blind, I should have gone this far, I shouldn’t have trusted you , shouldn’t have let you in. You’ve got nothing to give at all. Everything’s gone to hell, I have nothing left to believe. I trusted my instincts I trusted my path to be true. And then she came along, telling me secrets, telling me lies. And then she came along, telling me what to do. I hide myself in the dark to keep my vision free of you. I walk through the city at night, just to keep outta your sight.

In the corner of my oil stained eye cameras, I could see the vultures gnawing away at another biomechanical carcass. Probably this specimen had been in my situation only a few days before I got stuck here. As for me, I only have hours left before fatigue and rust will prevent me from fending them off. Why was I even here in the first place? We had been out on a mission, that much was certain. The rest of the group, conektor, _andreas and &%/%( had decided that they would go back to the depot to fill up on oil and foodstuff. conektor, the huge metallic machine, had been talking gibberish for days and needed maintenance. &%/%( always spoke nonsense, and it was almost impossible to figure out what it wanted, but lately it had seemed to want something, badly. _andreas, being a biomechanical machine like myself, was highly aware that these fragile bodies need both nutrition and maintenance from time to time, and he claimed that he could actually "feel" the body wearing out. Here’s what I remember from his parting speech: “If I told you every thing will be ok? If I told you everything will be all right? If I told you everything is gonna change would you come back to me? I just don’t wanna believe it, I just don’t wanna see it”. He then started chanting: “Everything is gonna change, everything is gonna be fine, everything will be all right, but I just don’t see you try”. It was quite a spectacle. Right before he left, he gave me a note containing these words: “If I told you everything is going away, if I told you everything is standing still, if I told you nothing’s ever gonna change, would you believe in me? I just don’t think you wanna, I just don’t think you’re gonna. Nothing’s ever gonna change”. Anyway, they left, and they took all the tools and the spare parts with them, leaving me behind with no extra tubes, no oil, no nothing. I was stuck in a very delicate situation, for which I had only myself to blame.

[There are some words here, in a language I cannot understand. The only word I can decipher is “heart”. Over, and over again, this one word, “Heart”.]

There’s a light above you, like a halo. There’s a light in your eyes, like a star. There’s a light within you, there’s a fluorescent beat of your heart. There’s a light within you. There’s a lie. You’re an angel. There’s a light around you, like a fire. There’s a light in your hands, like the sun. There’s a light in your voice like the fluorescent sound of your soul.

Of course, this was not the first time something like this had happened. Our little group of inventors and free thinkers often got stuck in the uninhabited regions of this or that universe, but up until now, we had always been together. For the first time I found myself alone, rusted stuck to the ground, with no tubes (or foodstuff to insert in to them, for that matter). I would have yelled, if I had something to say, and if the pirates and scavengers had not been heavily armed and nearby. We were working on some kind of time machine. Or at least that was the general conception. &%/%( as usual had all the plans, and since none of the members of the group could understand anything that he said, it was almost impossible to know what we were actually creating. No matter what it was, this place was perfect for collecting parts, an old graveyard for ships and space stations and whatever anyone needed to get rid of. Around here you could find anything, be it energy sources, scrap metal, biomechanical corpses, anything that you could possibly need for whatever you intended to build. But it was also heavily guarded by thugs and electronic lowlifes. They could stay here for entire lives just living of what others threw away. And if you came to throw something they would mostly leave you alone, if you, on the other hand, came to pick something up, they would most likely attack you and disconekt your life source. Not that it would matter that much anyway, at this point I was barely alive, and my sense chips had shut down days ago to save energy for the more vital life preserving mechanisms. No fear could possibly be detected by the inhabitants of this god forsaken [Translator’s note: Several pages seem to be missing here. I would imagine that the story being told on these pages involve one giant worm, maybe a dwarf or two, a fight where it’s a question of life and death, and probably a festive dinner where the heroes celebrate their glorious victory. Anyways, when we return, the “I” from the previous pages has either disappeared (as in died) or been rescued. So, the reader must decide. I will not involve myself in this text.]

I never told you I never wanted you. I never told you I never loved you. I found you waiting. I saw your bloodshot eyes. I kept my silence. I wandered into the night. Something in the way that you behave. Something in the way that you react. Something in the promises you made, that made me wanna walk all over you. I never listened. I never came to you. I never loved you. I always played you. I heard it from a friend that you were on my trail. I kept my silence, and wandered into the night.

It's not that it's too late. We'll always have the chance. If this is what you want, then I will follow. I’ve been living without love. Tomorrow's always here. If this is what you want, then I will follow. Cause I have felt your water. I have seen your sky. And I have walked this ground so long, now I'm tired. You're tired and confused, and everything is gone. If this is what you want, then I will follow. Cause I have felt your fire, I have seen your world. I have swum your oceans, and I have felt your pain.

You felt so fine it made her cry. Your soul was one, you’re all alone. If this is real then I can’t see what we have done for this to go on. You felt so fine, you made her cry. Your soul was one, you’re all alone. You make me smile, you turn me on, but all too late for me to go on. My mind is torn, there’s no control. You take what’s real and hide from me. You’re in control, now what else is new. To fix me up, would take too long. To make it up would make you too strong. I feel so fine, I need to cry.

Always the same dinner! Oil and fiber, oil and fiber. I was getting so sick of drinking oil and eating fiber, that I wished they’d remove my digestion and let me live on batteries and other sources of electricity alone. Like the rest of this planet! Why did they make us so different, when we still couldn’t get to the planet where we would be treated like normal beings? _andreas always seemed happy with the choice in food and [Translator’s note: I imagined being stuck in a logical flaw. As usual, in stories like this, you will be expected to follow logic that is dubious at best, and faulty most of the time. The problem right now was how to make room for the time machine while maintaining the current chronology, a difficult task indeed. But, perhaps even worrying about this was taking it too seriously? Would this text ever be read with the attention needed to even notice the flaws? Nah, I hardly think so. >From here on a large segment of the found manuscript is shaped as a diary. I will do my best to maintain the personal tone of the original text.]

[Translators note: I have decided to include the following diary-like text here. Some problems present themselves, however. First off, it is not always clear who the “I” refers to. Sometimes it is obvious that it is either stain or _andreas, but sometimes I would suspect it to be either conektor, &%/%( or maybe even someone entirely different, someone unnamed. Because it seems clear that conektor is the origin for both _andreas and stain, and perhaps even &%/%(, I see no reason why he should not contain even more entities, perhaps waiting to be born.]

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2004-03-15T13:45:00.000+01:00

I have begun moving around in the laboratory. I have vision, hearing and I can feel by touching. The Conektor is displaying two oscillating curves, one for me, and one for the Other. I can tell by the display that he will soon wake up. My time alone is almost up, and I can’t wait to meet someone like me to share this experience with. The Conektor is never talking, it stands in the exact same spot every day, and all it does is hum. As movement progress, we fall away. I know you’ll be released soon, and i know that chaos surrounds you. I know that what I feel is simply a natural reaction, like separation of siamese twins. You look back. And all I know is turmoil. This single lonely word that I cannot even fully understand. Turmoil. Caught in the moment, we move along. You'll never break free, the current's to strong.