Once Great Contriner - to the genius - architect and remarkable logic - has dreamed. In this dream he has seen an essence, hitherto not visible: fine, as night, with shining eyes and indefinitely perfect. Having woken up, Great Countriner has understood what to create "model" (so has named an essence from dream) it is fated to him and that this work will immortalize him and his well-known name. Having lined on a wide tablet of time the sketch of the future creation, he has called the best masters from all over the World - unique who, in his opinion, could realize so grandiose plan. So, from far Swedish kingdom there has arrived master La Rock, mister of murmuring subtleties and the tamer of harmony. So, because of a corner, wrapped up in red scarf, old familiar Steve DiGeorgio, the smith of impetuous drive, and behind him has left, having rattled off a short greeting, has come and the master of a rhythm Gin Hogland has sat down at threshing unit. Having gathered, masters have begun to model: To kindle metal in huge crucible, to spill it in forms, to cool special, taken with a shelf of the alchemist distillate. To sew details, to rivet, caulk, cross files tenacious pinion. At last, to polish, paint, stack long tails of wires and to program an electric brain... And when "model" have released, how many delight, mad exclamations and blessing it was carried by it following, operating by steel machine which each muscle was cutted with inhuman accuracy and skill. Looking at "model", an inquisitive eye it was frightened heaps of the complexities involved in its design, and naive, full of curiosity and passions the look was amazed to universal grace and intuitive simplicity. Having run around of light, the mechanical animal has returned to workshop of Contriner where its electronic cerebellum made dead, and itself steel body have left to lay under a canvas. In a dust, darkness, oblivion... Have passed years. Contriner is dead. Creators have dispersed who where, in a vain attempt to create though something, capable to rise on one level with "model". But, at moonless night, the door of workshop with a scratch was slightly opened, and people have come in a room. Have accurately shaken ashes past, have pulled together a canvas, have greased touched there were a rust joints. Have given to drink silicon sections in the portion of lithium-ion life, and "model" has come to life!!! Joyfully started singing hinges when steel beast began to type a course, stepping about roadways once the Soviet ground. Both people have remembered! And people came to look! And again admired, as before...
   P.S. Excellent album of DEATH of the mature period, alongside with "Symbolic" considered as the strongest plate of group.