Una historia no contada es una historia por

Una historia no contada es una historia por contar....cuando era niña mi pasatiempo era salir al jardín y sentarme sobre el césped a imaginar cosas...cualquier cosa...

This particular segment of text stuck out to me as the translation display ran its course. Garden? How old was this data file? Gardens haven't existed for well over 7 centuries.

Ever since the Original Reality ended, only those things residing within the barriers of our small Space/Time-protected city existed. Sadly, we had no gardens. Yet, the display

flowers were an adequate substitute. The Time Winds made the endless space around us look like water. Our City was en route to a cluster of stars neat the Gammamon

Galaxy. Yes, we build Our City on rock and roll...and a little acid. We were Jefferson Airplane and the first stop on our tour was the Gammamon Galaxy, where our fans were

still mourning the tragic loss of life from the infamous Led Hindenburg show of 3042. Still, with enough hits of Plasma, we figured our audience would be ready to ride shotgun on a

slippery dip body wash before being sprayed with vapours of Green Tea Pizza. The audience enjoyed the Plasma and Nutricide Burgers before the show started

Then Hamlet joined them and the evening was splendidly poetic...until the anaesthetis wore off the audience. Hamlet was on stage so he didn't take the yellow pill. It made the

evening go painfully slow so he improvised "Doubt thou I'm a star to be admired? Doubt that the earth for me moveth, Doubt many youths I have sired? But never doubt I loved every

beautiful narwhal the planet had ever seen." Enrique exclaimed joyously!