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"Despite their move underneath the earth's surface, and their new science-headed culture, the arts were alive and well in Alterna."
O.R.C.A had many, many, logs about these "humans." And if it had feelings, it must have been eager to share them.
"During the building of the rockets, many of the engineers created small songs about how excited they were to see the sun again. These songs often ended up playing from the liquid-crystal screens."
3 didn't mind. These humans were their... Ancestors? Predecessors? They weren't sure what to call them, but they wanted to know about them.
"Below are some recreated samples of these songs."
Curious, they clicked on one. They were always up for a fresh tune-it was what had spurred them to move here in the first place. That heavenly melody... strange how something that only happened a few years ago could make them so nostalgic.
"When, I see, I see, I see the sun again, oh when, I know I'll see it soon"
The words were unfamiliar, in some sort of ancient human language.
But they'd recognize that melody anywhere.