Oh, well, you know you’ve got me in a whirl
Because I’m electric-boy
So don’t you try to make off because we’re about to take off
Your saucer-man is here today to show you round the Milky Way
So don’t you try to drift off because we’re about to lift off into outer space
Well, if you look right there you’ll see a star
Well, now close your eyes; that’s where we are
So don’t you try to make off
Because we’re about to take off into outer space
In the vernacular of space this is t minus one hour, sixty minutes before a human being named Major Robert Gaines is lifted off from the Mother Earth and rocketed into the sky farther and longer than any man ahead of him.
Call this one of the first faltering steps of man to sever the umbilical cord of gravity and stretch out a fingertip toward an unknown.
In a moment, we’ll join this astronaut named Gaines and embark on an adventure, because the environs overhead- the stars, the sky, the infinite space- are all part of a vast question mark known as the twilight zone.