on one of my first journeys as a secret agent in music mission i visited a planet called mars. it was a wonderful place to be, green fields, forests, flowers, rivers and seas. the natives were a happy people, always laughing and joking. then, for some reason, the planet started to freeze. plants and people disappeared. just an old track survived, telling the story about living on mars.

crossing the andromeda fog, the engine of my spacecruiser was about to lose energy. the rapid acceleration crystal was discharged. so i had to stop on an unnamed planet named “unnamed planet” for searching a new r-a-crystal. and there is only one place where those crystals are growing: a place far from noise, far from people, far from everything, deep inside the core.

if you head towards andromeda and make a sharp left turn before passing planet merak, you will land directly on the secret space-station called “mir-refurbed”. this space-station is zillion of years old and the people living there are as old as their space-station. this is no kind of scientific miracle, in fact there is a simple explanation: if a mirian (as they call themselves) feels, that his life will end soon, he visits the next official reLife® dealer and purchases his personal backup tape. he simply connects the mobile reLife® device with his body and on one single click his body is completely restored. hard to believe, isn’t it?

there could be lots of reasons: those funny mushrooms on uranus, one or two original pangalactic gargle blasters, or a knockdown bash on your head. sometimes you only have to miss the right junction to feel like you’re in a wrong sphere.