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World / Galaxy On a String
“I’ve got the world on a string, sitting on a rainbow…”
The clear voice was merrily singing to the olden yet golden tunes, while hammering away in his small shack of a workshop, building something with his own two hands. As to the what? Well, that wasn’t really important, rather the fact that he was doing this again.
It had been a while and some hardship to get to this point in time no doubt, but Tech never the one to give up, having recovered his great big fall. And, with the help of his family, rather fast too.
And so, donning a totally new attitude with a brand new life on Pabu, a second lease in life as it were, working in his small shop while repairing and building things for others and his family just because. Well, he could!
He was alive against all them odds, the incident, the angst, the feeling of loss, mostly by his family, all behind them now as Tech, was alive and living his very life.
As it turned out, Tech really had the world… nay, the galaxy on a string. His string to control.
And so, the tunes filling the air over the shop, over the island, of Pabu as Tech let them fall with a clear voice:
“I’ve got the world on a string, sitting on a rainbow. Got the string around my finger. What a world, what a life, as me, yeah, I am alive!”