"Where am I"

You've been just alerted by Hal 9000, the ships computer auto pilot intelligence, that you've been thrown off
course. It seems a funky, deep space worm hole has opened up. Inside your vessel you can first hear tambourines and percussion stirring along with warm fender Rhodes chords bathing the interstellar phenomena. Long synthesizer arpeggios bubble from the lower decks engine room. What approaches is inevitable after the first drum roll. The foundation rhythm is incorporated while trumpets and brass indicates your willingness to be pulled deep in to the ominous mystery of space and time.The long crescendos build with excitement as you pass the threshold. For the sake of mankind's ears, your its only hope to discover new sounds.

To be Continued.....