The souls of thousands riding the net
Communication between continents
Lives lived and ended
And somewhere, somehow,
One small voice hears another.
They have known each other before,
Before this life,
They have adventured together,
Fought side by side for concepts their human minds can’t fathom
For truths their tongues can’t begin to utter.
And now they are prisoners,
Separated and exiled to this barren rock.
But somewhere, somehow,
One small voice hears another,
and they know.
They are soul mates.