A giant iron ball hanging in space; Its horizons are gray and dull. I am standing at the edge, and all I can see are giant black robots. Slowly, step by step, they move, as if they hunger for something more than the footsteps that befall them.

A moment of tranquility in my mind passes. Beyond that, only the sound of my soul exists. I keep on walking, step by step. There is neither pain nor sorrow, happiness or joy. Yet this is in itself peace.

The machine keeps on walking, step by step.