What a fantastic view, Holmes
Look Watson! the original tree of life and knowledge.
Too late, Holmes, it has withered and died.
Nonsense, we will transport it anew into the valley.
I wonder if the Tequila and Mexican stink-weed has sent Holmes deep into lunacy.
Can’t you see, Holmes, the land is dry, nothing grows.
Silicon ,Watson, from which man will build our future. This tree is the inspiration for generations to build my time machine, bit by bit.
It’s the heat, Holmes, have some water.
From Silicon Valley through the ‘Gates of Time’, I will find the elusive Doctor.