"A group of us were living in a remote area hidden in the foothills of the Rocky Mountains, our facility was called The Warehouse, there was an ever-changing ensemble of artists, hypestars, hanger-oners, robot-groupies, gendermorphs, media-refugees, politicos, stray philosophers and, this is something that still gets screwed up in all the historical renderings, our primary cohort and inspiration was an alien-being from a distant planet whose spacecraft collided with overly powerful magnetic forces that pulled her down to this foreign terrain she always called the E-Zone. I asked her what it meant but she wouldn't say..."