Philippe Petit « Metalunian's Transferance » (Sci-Friction on BUCHLA 200) It was a cloudy morning when Dr. Clayton Forrester shot some sounds into space, an oxygen-nitrogen mix within a tunnel through space! Sounds from the Hubble? Now, just gonna unleash it gently, spinning’ circles on my own axis, a flight of space creatures sing thou to thy rest. Exeterae… We're hickory-curing them. Metaluna's atmospheric pressure is like that in our greatest oceans. If we entered Metaluna's orbit without conversion, we'd be crushed to death. But in going from Metaluna to Earth, the tissues of their bodies wouldn’t dwindle. Sync S-s-s-o-o-u-u-n-d to the Metalunian's Transferance…