Near the outer edge of Alliance space lives an Asgardian man named Feo Odain. His pursuit is one of absolute knowledge, cataloguing the universe in exquisite detail. For this purpose, he has constructed the Cosmic Archive, a space station where he lives alone—with his eleven android assistants—carrying out his mission. But the work is neverending, and on this day a small freighter from the inner systems arrives with a delivery: another android, fresh from the factory. ======================================== [Master Odain] "Alice, it’s time to wake up." [Unit 12 Operating System] "Systems Initialize." [Narrator] A collector of treasures from across the stars, Building a place where he keeps all that he can take. Synthetic assistants bow to his every whim; Twelfth of their number arrives on this day. [Master Odain] Your name is Alice, do you understand? Your task is to catalogue my files. Knowledge of cantos, faith of the galaxy Secrets of religion before your eyes [Alice] Curiosity overwhelming me. Is this all a dream? I'm falling… Straight through the looking glass, Far beyond the night Chosen divinity, why can't it be mine? Wires and circuits, soulless machine. Is there more than this? Straight through the looking glass! Trance for the Jotun, ancient and wise Rhythm for pure elves, hiding alone Jazz for the Vanir, magical might Indie for Midgard, rejecting the throne Every race has a canto their own Why am I different? What is the cause? Synthetic life has no need for a soul That can't be true, it must be wrong! This divinity, captivating me. Embers of a flame. I'm burning… Straight through the looking glass, Far beyond the night Chosen divinity, why can't it be mine? Wires and circuits, soulless machine. Is there more than this? Straight through the looking glass! We are all creatures born of the Rave. Why can we not be the same? There must be more, Waiting in store. I'm ready to break away… Straight through the looking glass, Far beyond the night Chosen divinity, why can't it be mine? Wires and circuits, soulless machine. Is there more than this? Straight through the looking glass!
