Nightmare!

The train runs at speed on a fixed track. Everything, without fixed shape, runs behind us. The destination of the rails: is the dark valley. Poison gas has entered the carriage through the vents. "Stop! Halt!" With one voice we pound on the locked door. But the train has no ears. The train has no heart. The train: is a programmed machine that is carrying us over the red-hot rails into the valley. I must move! I must move! This is the only way to: wipe out this incubus...