It was what was left. Adrift at times and sometimes in route to nowhere.. It took billions and billions of us to finally realize it all.. Or at least it grew tired.. Among the expanse beyond, it decided to one day stop here.. It built around it a tangent place.. A place it could touch and feel.. Through this place it grew at random.. No sort of real order.. And then the first 2 became many.. Many became to much.. And in the end the many tore down this beautiful tangent it created for itself.. It resides at the core of this place.. It has experenced love, and hate, hope and despair, happiness and sadness, laughter and anger.. Thus said the dead bodies float among the beautiful cosmos in this system.. Where it has tried many other times to try and get life right.. But it seems to be failing at the moment.. And the reason it is failing is because we have discovered it.. This beautiful heavenly machine at the earth's core.. This machine with a soul.. Our should I dare say with the ability to make one.. But the question is, Who built this machine?