Yo, this is sick track!
I can see a fallout bunker; dingy from time and mossy swamp, buried deep in the earth. Directly above stands a great ancient tree hanging ripe with the fruits of all taste and culture. Fireflies dance among the fruit seeking to find those that are most ripe for the picking ritual.
Deep in the bunker; The ghosts of scientists clamor around a robot skeleton on an operating table as if they were surgeons. What a desperate battle for life this was! The ghosts were trying desperately to maintain the little bit of memory the robot had left!
Then, in an instant. All the things where found to diverge. The Tree swayed, The Firefly's danced, The Ghosts faded, The twiiig of the ripest Fruit snapped, The Bunker illuminated, ANd The Robot sprang to forward on a new frequency.
All the memory stored away to come rushing forth from the ripest fruit, which is you