(Intro spoken word. ) “ I’ve never seen an alien, but I have met an extraterrestrial.” genuine J-Rod (ad-lib cosmic hip-hop) Yeah… Clean Sphere pressure… cold light… Fifteen light-years… future blood… Uh… [Verse 1] Three-and-a-half feet, black-glass eyes, neuropathy slow Clean Sphere hyperbaric, nitrogen low, temperature hold Papoose under the mountain, scissor-lift rise, TES suit gold Dan in the gantry, sample tray ready, tissue under control J-Rod speak in thought-waves, English under the tone Chi’el’ah personal name, the public one just the code J for ten, rod for five, fifteen light-years from home P-plus-fifty-two-K timeline, human blood gone cold Kingman crash residue, fifty-three still in the bone Craft physiology glitch, biocommunication broke Future-human lineage, Greys just the skin we know Genetic cascade running, demyelination flow [Hook – ad-lib heavy] J-Rod… J-Rod… Clean Sphere breathing… Future looking back… Looking Glass spinning… J-Rod… J-Rod… Telepathic static… Sample in the vial… Timeline still tragic… [Verse 2] Ambassadorial suite, sphere come up from the floor Thoughts hit like pressure waves, pictures behind the door Abduction memory echo from the seventies core He knew the face already, childhood contact before Looking Glass toroidal, argon and field in the core Convergent timeline paradox, catastrophe they swore Treaty language legalistic, letter more than the lore P-forty-five faction colder, abduction still the score Lotus particle whisper, Star Flower under the skin Neuropathy still climbing, sample after sample again S-4 levels compartment, nine hangars hold the sin Future human in the sphere, past human looking in [Hook – freer ad-libs] J-Rod… Yeah, clean sphere… Fifteen… Future blood talking… J-Rod… Telepath… Sample tray… Timeline walking… [Outro ad-libs] Chi’el’ah… P-fifty-two… Clean Sphere cold… Papoose hold… J-Rod… J-Rod… Still in the glass… Still in the glass…
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