I'm glad the three automata around me are carrying all the material. The nacelle is rocking, as I look above I can sea that the airship is having problems because of th wind. The Atlantic ocean seems to be all mixed up since the events, or should I say : since the coming ?

My eyes stare at the silver star upon the black flag, floating in the sea wind, maybe the last time I see its beauty. I think of our anthem and the last words the President-Citizen VÜD told me. It's sad that in this terrible moment I have nothing more personal in my head, but things are better this way.

My thoughts are interrupted but the sens of a nearby energy field just under my feet. I ask Liberty, one of the three automaten, to check for any EMC (radio) signals, or anything that would harm me. He answers with a very military "All Clear".

I can see next to me the etheral field, the barrier protecting the "Atlantean Distorsion", as named by the Information sub-Ministry in todays new paper. Sceptics have criticized this choice and rather say the "Atlantic Phenomenon".

This linguistic arguement has nothing to do with me, in a few moments I will not, or I will be no more, if this sphere of the size of half of Europe is from god or devil, from this earth or beyond, my salvation or my grave.

May Liberty, Equality and Fraternity (the three eu-automata) protect me!