From inside come hums and murmurs of machines that ca11 back memory. The sound of dim machineries humming under their breath calls to him. The central room where on quiet display is a crystal block. It is almost like those old magical displays from traveling miracle-magic shows where someone was kept frozen within a long block of ice for hours, or days, on end. Faint music stirs.
Old voices whisper.
The lights flicker. We hear fragments of his old promise to return, for Earth to begin to find ways to behave. I have brought living flesh with me as teacher. In the days ahead, the final teaching begins. The lights dim.