Who pooped in the airlock? Questioning dark intrigue with a SciFi, technological/mystical feel that starts small and suspenseful and gets more majestic and bigger, much like my Aunt Dora who accidentally took bovine growth hormone (BGH) instead of expectorant (BGT) and now generates enough methane for halogenation, emitting dangerous fluorocarbons and halohydrins. A simple three-note, reverbed piano hook repeats periodically throughout, suggesting isolation and loneliness against a stuttering synthetic and cloud-like background that grows linearly in tenor and size, adding drum/synth hits and churning analog synth arpeggios until it becomes overwhelming and threatening, climaxing @:28 and @1:20. The spare feeling of abandonment returns in the middle, then explodes back into the full, swelling importance @:49, adding a haunting vocal, more synth/orchestral pads and drum hits that suggest an impending crisis or life-changing event.