Dr. Holloway: What we hoped to achieve was to meet our makers To get answers. Why they even made us in the first place.
David: Why do you think your people made me?... ------- Humanity wants to fly Tries to know the unknown That hides above the sky We don't want to be alone In the universe
We don't want to be thrown We are trying to find our Gods
Humanity builds spaceships For journeys to other worlds That covered by black tints And lit by another sun
Why did THEY create us? (Why did they create us?)
Humanity builds robots That have intellect and knowledge We made them look like us We don't want to be alone They help us with searching for our Gods
What will we answer, When robots ask us, Why we created them? ------- David: ...Why do you think your people made me?
Dr. Holloway: We made because we could.
David: Can you imagine how disappointing it would be to hear the same thing from your creator?Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
