 We think like the program. We have the same view, ego, not just words. We can see pictures first. We can connect them, associate them. We think through them. Are we even able to understand? Without them, immediate, fast, clear, easier. As soon as we read 9-11, we see the photo. Our archive is the same that the program has. Internet and other people experience it. We don't have a direct view of it, or a feeling to connect with it. Just like a computer, leading through fading memories of someone else. At 8.45 am, one of the three towers of the World Trade Center complex in Manhattan. At 9 am, the second one was destroyed. 2,996 victims of this satisfied high-tech, just destroyed three towers and hit Pentagon in the day of terror. We are left here trying to remind it's a time. Seeing changes. Even though we didn't feel the heat of the fire. When we see you tomorrow, the bells will ring for you. But you already reached the light. You have so far to go. Characters were written for you. You are never coming back down. We're down hurting, trying to figure out if it is even real. What I'd love to know is that this was our last goodbye. No will for nobody. Who are you down for? Did the pilot even knew who they were down for? One life and he's gonna use it. One last dance in the room with you. You were just a puppet that got sacrificed. Did you even know you were under attack?