Build Our Machine Lyrics Novels & Stories

“You are bringing me home. But home is not a place. It is a song. And right now, the song is out of tune.” ​I looked at Thorne, and then at the pipes that were feeding my magic into the city. I realized what we had to do. We could not break the machine from the outside. We had to overload it from within. ​“Thorne, pull!” I screamed. “Give it everything! Every ounce of the South you have left! Winnie, don’t burn the gears. Burn the energy! Feed the machine until it chokes on your sun!”

A straw for the Void to drink through. I looked at the children. I looked at the machine. Self-loathing sat in my mouth like broken glass. I was the parasite. I was the thing that shouldn't exist. My vision went black at the edges. Tunnel vision. I wanted to scratch my own skin off. I wanted to stop being solid. The machine's arm whirred. The energy built. "Fight it," Barzil commanded. But my lungs were locked. Air trapped. I was drowning in the scent of rain, woodsmoke, and the necrotic decay of the machine. Too much. Not enough. Both.

Listen to the rhythm of my heartbeats, The morning never meets the night there. Let’s together we fly and go there. I have brought the wings let's fly. Let’s go there, let’s go to make love. We both go to that place.

I pulled it out and slowly pressed the Answer button. "Hello, what's up?" I said. My voice reached everyone's ears, shocking them. I sneered, "Didn't you just say you'd have your investor punish me? Let's hear it. How should I punish myself?"

"The 'Machine' is 'Perfected.' The 'Dark' is 'Organized.' We have fulfilled the 'Original-Contract' of the 'Soot'." "It’s not an 'Ending,' Audrey," Lucas replied, his voice the "Roar" of a billion suns. "It’s the 'Launch.' We’ve built the 'Engine.' Now we’re going to 'Drive' it through the 'Walls-of-the-All.' We’re going to see what’s 'Beyond-the-Origin' itself."

I need to decide whether to sell it or rebuild, but I’m leaning more towards rebuilding. I don’t want the first place I felt at home to be left as a bad memory. I want to start anew and build a life together with Adrian, Hailey and this new baby, in a space that was built by us from the ground up. I just haven't decided if I'm fully ready yet. “So, where are we going?” I asked when I noticed we were heading in the opposite direction of Taco Bell. “Somewhere special,” he smirks at me, reaching over and caressing my knee.

Tomorrow, we rebuild. Again.

“That if I start playing again… the machine will find me. That the music is the tether Ethan uses to pull me back into the dark. That the moment I touch these keys with any kind of purpose, everything we’re trying to escape will come crashing back in.” I reached out and laid my hand gently over his on the piano. “Then don’t play for the machine,” I said. “Play for the mountain. Play because you like the sound of a flat E-natural. Play because the fire is warm and the snow is falling and no one is listening except us.”

"Are you... are you tied to the machine?" Xander smiled, and this time, it reached his eyes. "The loop we created... it didn't need a machine. It just needs us. As long as we’re together, the code stays live. If we ever part... well, I guess the world will just have to learn to be poor again." I laughed, a sob of relief catching in my throat. We were billionaires with no bank accounts, sovereigns with no kingdom, and parents with a very long road ahead of us.

“Whatever that thing does, it’s not just dangerous it could change everything.” Sophia’s heart pounded, both from the adrenaline and the proximity of Luke. She could feel the heat radiating off him, and for a moment, her fear of the machine faded into something warmer, deeper. “I’m ready,” she whispered. Luke’s gaze softened, just for a second. “We’ll do this together.” They approached the base of the massive machine. Its core thrummed with energy, wires snaking in every direction, monitors displaying streams of data too complex for Sophia to fully comprehend.