Marcos remembers his childhood in Gran Mexico. Sheila, who always smiled like the sun, is now gone. Marcos lets all of his rage explode against the terraformars, his eyes filled with tears of sorrow for his fallen friend.
Not to mention those antennae...
...‫بالإضافة إلى قرني الاستشعار هذين
Und diese Fühler …
Ni hablar de las antenas...
Ni hablar de las antenas...
Et ces antennes…
Per non parlare di quelle antenne...
Sem falar nas antenas...