Listen and you will understand why the title is a question. By hand, I traced the contraption Alone with no distractions Shortly, I was ablaze with polynomial fractions The beginning of an AI with autonomy which accurately calculated spacial anomalies This has been attempted by many Honorees whose pictures were surrounding me. I saw no boundaries in succeeding in what was astounding me. I would be achievin' what was disbelieved in and this is confounding me by Reasoning I looked up to these folks. I merely glanced at their research, thinking Nobel Peace votes? I combed through their notes and discovered a sad Theme. It seems most of these Scientists gave up in their imaginings. A pot of caffeine, adequate staffing, oh snap! what's happening? History is amassing. At times, things got desperate, I kept all workers separate. So there was frustration what the effort was. Let's say there was a lot of conjectures on kill dates. Prevention for myself from ever being Bill Gatesed. The operation was low visability in underground facilities, safeguarded by trusted Marines with artillery. Very soon, the secrecy would unravel. I could leisurely travel and leave behind People in seething battles. My wife and children, friends and families would be welcomed to venture through what is called "Insanity". Humanity is now able to explore the first heaven, one of seven. A remnant of Aliens and Humans as brethren. Turns out Teleportation is a celebratory occasion with parades, accolades and exhortation. One Alien race strongly admonished me to observe comets, write a report of its sadness and be carefully honest. What could I hide from telepathic beings, but simply grasp what I was seeing and then draft how I was feeling. This turned out to be a test and since I didn't walk with a chest, they never probed to see if I had finesse. In those fleeting times spent with celestial events, all of my emotions were genuinely entrenched. I wrote that comets glide through the skies with command leaving all in awe where they stand, yet with emptiness throughout the land. I was never able to finish what I wrote before a beautiful Alien spoke choking huge tears down her throat. You and your kindred are special as we feared, for when you gazed in the night sky, we observed tears. And though we certainly can glean your last thoughts, never could we imagine the poetry that you have wrought. The ease at which you weave your thoughts is uncanny. You are a man of understanding and we are grateful for your second landing. This will sound unusual for which I understate, but there was one who came after you, crossing through your gate. His name was a reciprocal and the acronym of a creature Oceanic. He too, was a marvel that caused a stir and a panic. Apologies for the mindwipe a year ago. Overwhelmed in our mental spheres, we feared you were too lyrical. But here you are. It's like you're back from the dead, which is amazing, since we vacuumed your head. Even now you are so calm from the words I just said. By very strong emotions, you are led to not lash out being red. Your focus to regain your past is indomitable proof that Human thoughts are variably astronomical through the roof.