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Key to start!
All systems operational
Nominal mode
Cleared for launch!
Well then... Let's go?
We’ve waited a long time for this moment
Deep space reconnaissance
Today it happened
Today we begin
They pissed on the tires of the first stage
What can you do? Tradition
A solemn speech down at the launchpad
I don't hear it anymore
Pre-flight sequence
Contact confirmed!
The vessel is live!
The dials froze
Key to start mode engaged
Time compressed into solid metal
The ether spits out static, a dry click of the relay
My voice is steady: Vehicle is nominal. All systems go
But inside, everything just snapped
A checklist like a prayer before the jump into the abyss
My pulse aligns with the hum of the pumps
Hydraulics breathing in time with my veins
Let's go?
The ticking breaks into a frantic, animal pace
The seat pushes into my spine—gravity demands its tribute
The chassis groans. Metal protests against the thrust
Vibration passes right through the bones
We merge as one: the pilot and the machine
Overload isn't just a number on the dial
It’s the taste of iron in my mouth
Damn it... is that my own blood?
One last look through the porthole
No tears
Only cold facts
The blue cradle turns
Into a cheap postcard
Earth fades away with every second
Crew, wave your hands to us!
The sound of the atmosphere is cut off by a knife
The world outside is dead
Only the muffled, isolated hum of the cabin remains
I am no longer an Earthling
I am a trapped impulse
The dials froze
Key to start mode engaged
Time compressed into solid metal
The ether spits out static, a dry click of the relay
My voice is steady: Vehicle is nominal. All systems go
But inside, everything just snapped
A checklist like a prayer before the jump into the abyss
My pulse aligns with the hum of the pumps
Hydraulics breathing in time with my veins
Let's go?
The ticking breaks into a frantic, animal pace
The seat pushes into my spine—gravity demands its tribute
The chassis groans. Metal protests against the thrust
Vibration passes right through the bones
We merge as one: the pilot and the machine
Overload isn't just a number on the dial
It’s the taste of iron in my mouth
Damn it... is that my own blood?
I prepared myself for this step
Proved that I am the best
Out of all the billions
Left behind at home
Meet me, universe!
My mother stayed behind here
My beloved daughter
It means only one thing
I am not allowed to fail. I must return
The dials froze
Key to start mode engaged
Time compressed into solid metal
The ether spits out static, a dry click of the relay
My voice is steady: Vehicle is nominal. All systems go
But inside, everything just snapped
A checklist like a prayer before the jump into the abyss
My pulse aligns with the hum of the pumps
Hydraulics breathing in time with my veins
Let's go?
The ticking breaks into a frantic, animal pace
The seat pushes into my spine—gravity demands its tribute
The chassis groans. Metal protests against the thrust
Vibration passes right through the bones
We merge as one: the pilot and the machine
Overload isn't just a number on the dial
It’s the taste of iron in my mouth
Damn it... is that my own blood?
Engines are howling at their limit
Thrust is maxed, but Earth won't let go yet
Air stuck in the throat. Suspended breath
The Rubicon is crossed. No return ticket
Farewell, my home! I will be back soon
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