I am a spaceship. I have hung over New York City, all 20 miles of my tubular body, for decades, accepted by the people. I mean no harm. Human beings think they have knowledge; I have true knowledge of why and how I was created, what my purpose is. Abhinath has been sent to communicate with me, tells me I can find my own truth. But I tell him, we are totally different species, he cannot understand, but maybe one day, when he hears the song of my creators, he will.
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