Now all on autowalk.
Magenta murmurs, "New aheading...
I wanna soar high.
There none could hurt me..."
On right sea waving,
On left train running.
"I'd hope again to stay in air forever...
But just like this flat walkway is for upgoing..."

The feline: "Whither does this train head?"
The possum: "Nowhere goes -- It only loops.
Its only purpose to be is to power what we're on."
-- "The train to power this walk -- Then what powers the train?"
-- "It is connected to the world's train,
Where men die slowly to be rendered
Into the M a s s e.
The soul consumed escapes through advertisement panels."

To which the rabbit: "So in there we were to be purposedly tortured?"
To which Magenta: "Not men but the world is.
-- Or maybe at least not I.

"I hope my hours hurt televisions violated
Become their nightmares!"