200 Years

"What's wrong with you?

What's wrong with everybody in this crazy place?"

"Answer me! Talk?

Can't you move? Answer me!"

"'Well, got any ideas professor?'

'Well, I suppose it could be some sort of illusion.'

'Yes. Maybe we're being made to see

and hear what we hope to find.

Besides, the sounds and homes.'

'No. No, that's all wrong.

This is more than 200 years ahead of our time.'"

"Your majesty. I don't blame the judges.

You're the prettiest of them all.

But tell me something, your majesty.

What's wrong with you?

What's wrong with everybody in this crazy place?"

"...you mean, other sections?"