As Mike jumped from his plane he pushed his button transfer,
so that his souls new trip would occur.
The old body now an empty shell,
his soul zoomed on to its final destination trail.
His plane crashed,
then his old body hit the ground and smashed.
His transfer was complete,
and he walked out his door to the street,
on to his new destiny,
adjusting to his new body.
This was survival in the year 4005,
you had to reach the transfer button in time to stay alive.
Everything was coordinated,
so the soul would be successfully related,
to a new body that awaited.
It was also voice activated,
incase the old body was totally captivated.
Death was a thing of the past,
people could transfer their souls to a new body cast.
The souls chemistry was also recorded,
incase one became badly distorted,
and couldn't reach or speak to his transfer mechanism,
this would delay his final cataclysm.
If any loved ones desired,
they could go to the storage wharehouse to obtain the soul,
then place it in a new body mold.
So it was important to have friends and loved ones,
incase your soul died during lifes runs and funs.
My extra bodies are stored away,
because I'm not waiting that long of a day.
My soul is also recorded,
so that I won't accidently be totally aborted.
The year 4005,
here today to keep you eternally alive.