I know that what used to be called a blackbox in ancient aircraft has been activated in me. I'm too low on air, energy, body parts, and blood to be feeling these surges of screaming euphoria.
I am writing a novel called Rescuing the Future, in which a voice-recorded message from the distant future is in Esperanto or Ido. My original thought was to use a modified Esperanto, so Ido may work slightly better.