Ksi

A Universe at 3 minutes A.B.  Consists of 76% hydrogen, 24% helium, and a little bit of lithium in order to make it through the first day.

We begin with a problem. 

Gzid zidz brw oyva gjweypd?

     What's that noise?

CHOIR:

Who verily knows and who here can detect it?

     Is bird poop behind that noise? 

CHOIR:

Whence it was born and whence comes this creation?

     What's the word ‘poop’ doing here?

CHOIR:

The Gods are later than this world's production.

     No reason. We just like saying it.

     Poop.

CHOIR:

Who knows then whence it first came into being? 

*

O, what there was! (or there wasn't) in the oldest of days and ages and times... Behind seven lands and seven seas, beyond seven mountains and seven trees...There lived a...Once there lived a king (or was it a queen?) in some country (perhaps Clare), there was…There was, once upon a time...There was a time…When time was time… A very, very long time ago...

[Wait.]

REASON: Did I stutter?

ξ: As a matter of fact…

REASON: Never mind. These interruptions can easily be reassembled to create meaning.

[Stop.]

SHE WHO ONCE WAS: Where is My mind? [Rummaging through the debris.]

THE SILENT WITNESS: Hey, there it is. [Grips Her arm and points east.] Way out in the water.

    They preferred the East.

SHE WHO ONCE WAS: Where? [Peering through the fog.]

    They built their homes facing East.

THE SILENT WITNESS: See it there swimming. [Pause.] Look, here it comes now…

    And They plaited Their hair.

REASON: [Floating in a vessel of grace.] Hey, I’ve been trying to meet You.

SHE WHO ONCE WAS: Where the hell have you been? [Standing with arms akimbo.] It’s already five minutes ago.

REASON: [Lapping at Her awareness.] Yeah, there must be a last Thursday between Us. But here, [Hands Her a package wrapped in brown paper.] I brought You something anyway.

SHE WHO ONCE WAS: This is an intoxicating package of ideas.

Option 0. A universe by design where agents are more than a coincidence; a universe that is irrelevant without actors.

OR

Option 1.  A random universe where there is no special purpose in evolution. Actors are simply the result of Adams, Time and Mathematics.

Universe = 0 when the number of dits is even.

Universe = 1 when the number of dits is odd.

Given a fair shake,

P(Universe = 0) = ½

P(Universe = 1) = ½

SHE WHO ONCE WAS: My God! What things are these?

Due to gusty winds, false zeroes and ones occurred during the transmission resulting in errors.

REASON: Alright, alright, so You bit the bullet and threw the dice. Now You realize what a horrible mistake You’ve made.

Searching for where things have gone awry…

AGENT OF CHANGE:[To SHE WHO ONCE WAS.] You're unusually unlucky when it comes to rolling dice. 

THE SILENT WITNESS: But there's no need to be ashamed of Your mistake; simply turn it into a crime.

AGENT OF CHANGE: Yes! Investing in a more reliable pair is just what You need.

[Time for reflection and disagreement.]

SHE WHO ONCE WAS: You may both be right, but that doesn't mean your thinking is any good.

REASON: Sigh.

*

DR. PU: What are You seeing now?  

ξ: I’m seeing waves by the seashore...

DR. PU: Thaaat’s right.  You’re seeing waves by the seashore. Aaand do You know how You happened to see those waves by the seashore?

ξ: no.

DR. PU: Would You like to know?

ξ: yes.

DR. PU: Then I suggest You to listen to me while I talk to You, Kah’see.  You understand that now.  

ξ: [Nodding off.]

DR. PU: Aaand I‘m still talking to You…

B6: [Softly and aside to Ksi.] Hey, what’s that floating in the water?

DR. PU: Do You know now what the waves are doing?

ξ:…waving...

DR. PU: Yesss. Aaand what would a boat be doing if it were on the water Kah’see? [Leaning in a fashion forward manner.] It would be rocking back and forth, would it not? [Finger waging.] But when I told You to see a scene involving motion, You saw falling.

B6: Gee, I hope everything is alright.

A tenuous dark energy awash with questions, apathy, and the occasional star.

...your mind meanders...

...an ocean of tranquility...

...a flood of fascination…

[Ideas floating around in the head.]

REASON: What’s this doing here? Why am I seeing this page?

SHE WHO ONCE WAS: I don’t know. This thing has been drifting by My brain a lot lately. [And laughed that frightful laugh.]

[Brainstorm.]

ξ: Hey, I have an idea. Let’s go for a boat ride.  

B6: Okay. [Tripping with glee.] May I wear your strawberry hat?

ξ:Yes, but shake a leg. [Senses darkness approaching.]

B6: Don’t worry, I’ll be back before I have time to put on Your hat.

[Night fell, and the tempest rose.]

THE SILENT WITNESS: Immediately the Prophet made the disciples get into the boat and go on ahead of him to the other side...and the boat was already a considerable distance from land, buffeted by the waves because the wind was against it.

Shortly before dawn, the Prophet returns wearing a small pleated plaid skirt, and walks upon the lake.

[Enter Smother who arrives in a ship shaped teapot with a dragon's head mounted on the prow.]

THE SILENT WITNESS: When the disciples saw, they were frightened and cried out, Batten down your hatches!

SMOTHER: [Standing on the poop.] This looks like a peaceful place for a tragedy. [Sets anchor firmly on the bed rock of the Redeemer knowing that it is in her nature to drift.]

THE MOST REVEREND DIETER F. UCHTDORF: Adversity can come as a great storm to blow you off course, threatening to cast you against a rock.

THE SILENT WITNESS: But the Prophet reassured them, Do not be afraid. 

SMOTHER: Come! [Ushering Ksi et al. into the boathouse.] Come. Lumber inside, and cry over something. I’ll stuff your mouth with candy.

[Enter a Gorilla, carrying a 13th Century Judaica silver tray piled high with first fruit offerings to Smother.]

B6: Stench of Hell!

THE SILENT WITNESS: Then the disciple scrambled out of the boat, walked onto the water and came toward the Prophet.

SMOTHER: [Raises her hand up over the gorilla's fist.] Don’t trouble yourself dear, I'm staying slim for Him. [Turns towards Ksi.] You know He’s always watching what we eat, dear. [Forces a closed lipped smile.]

In the most recent campaign for control, Big Sister promised dedicated followers of the National Hungry Diet that, in addition to losing weight, they would also be granted their very own flame of devouring fire.  Not wanting to miss this once in a lifetime opportunity, Smother eagerly convinced a small band of like-minded proselytes to establish their own church, The Remnant of Fat, where they now gather once a week to praise the miracles of bariatric surgery, study the exquisite intricacies of nutrition labels, and testify about their passionate submission to the will of Him.

SMOTHER: [To B6] And wherever did you get that quiz of a hat?  It makes you look like a fruit.

THE SILENT WITNESS: When the disciple saw the wind, she was afraid and, beginning to sink, cried out, Save me!

[Lost in the waters of ignorance.]

DR. PU: …I was heard aft, and we managed to clear the sunken floe...

B6: What the devil is he talking about?

REASON: The Mirror of the Sea. 

INGRID: When the mind goes away, bring it back.

SMOTHER: [Emerges from her seat like a rising tide.] My dear creatures, I must leave you. [Edges forward, hard and fast.]

[Ksi is taken aback.]

THE SILENT WITNESS: Immediately the Prophet reached out and caught hold, Oh, you of little faith, why do you doubt? 

DR. PU: The water shortage concerns us all Kah’see.  But availability to these scarce resources can have disastrous effects.  Major ramifications even. For Your functionality and stability, I suggest we prohibit access to all resources by default, allowing access only through Your well-defined entry points. [Whispers.] Known only to You and me. [Taps the side of his nose.]

SMOTHER: [Slips on her goat-to-coat.] I'm off! [And departs in the manner she originally came.]

B6 plucks a stray gray wisp of hair from her mouse sleek coat, holds it over a flame of the evenings fire and watches it shrivel.

B6: Oh well, [Shrug] at least I have a new hat.

THE SILENT WITNESS: And when they clambered back into the boat, the wind died down. 

THE MOST REVEREND DIETER F. UCHTDORF: But sometimes you’re in danger when everything appears to be safe and attractive- the winds soft, the water smooth- movements so subtle you scarcely notice the shark approaching...

THE SILENT SNEER: How’d all these clever bits come into the play?

REASON: Big Bang nucleosynthesis.

DR. PU: You always second-guess Yourself, Kah’see. [Adopting a flagrant pose.] Think of all the Time You would save if You just trusted me.

He wore a frilly, lace-cuffed and lace-collared poet shirt with his best patent-leather pumps.  To make matters worse, She had a toothache.  

DR. PU: Instead, You rely on probability because You don’t know what’s going on.  

THE SILENT SNEER: That's as it should be.

*

SHE WHO ONCE WAS: Is there an alternative to rewinding all the way back to the original mistake?

REASON: Yes. But, if You have a clear vision of how the story ought to be at this juncture, You can just keep going 'as if'. 

The challenge of engineering complex agents at this point has been approached from two radically divergent interpretations. (We always knew it would be more complex.)

REASON: Of course You’ll be leaving a black hole You'll have to explain later, on the other hand, You could simply rewind 1E8480 years instead of 5F5E100 years and pretend it never happened. Either way, You'll end up with at least two alternate realities: the one You retain and the one You discard.

SHE WHO ONCE WAS: Why is that hole there? 

REASON: Would You like to hazard a guess?

SHE WHO ONCE WAS: 

REASON: That’s where the spinal cord goes.

SHE WHO ONCE WAS: 

REASON: You look confused.

SHE WHO ONCE WAS: I imagined it to be a garbage disposal for discarding bad memories.

Purification process => When all disturbances go to zero.

ξ: Now what?

DR. PU: Your head will collapse.

The problem is one of dimensionality. 

So let's start with a very high dimensional description e.g., lumpy mashed potatoes formed the galaxies,

then ZOOM in...

where we will observe the cerebral cortex.  

It twists and buckles, folding in upon itself. 

SHE WHO ONCE WAS: A domed skull looks good. 

REASON: Sure. You can cram a 14" pizza inside a domed skull.

But beware of convoluted sea foam. It is agitated, polluted, and may even admit to foul odors. On rare occasions it may also conceal hazardous rocks, voids, and snakes.

DR. PU: Terrible things happen, Kah’see.  If, on the other hand, there was an omni- benevolent, present, potent- divine simplicity with an eternal and necessary existence, then no terrible things would happen.

CHOIR:

O Mummu, thou minister that rejoicest my spirit,

    Come, unto Tiamut let us go!

Mummu answered, and gave counsel unto Apsu,

    ...and hostile to the gods was the counsel Mummu gave:

Come, their way is strong, but thou shalt destroy it...

*

[Meat Labs, Inc.]

PROF. GEBER: I wonder if this will work? 

( )

PROF. GEBER: Nope. Unexpected behavior.

REASON: Just take your time. Play around with the parameters and see what evolves.

The procedure evolved into a lengthy, but simple formula: 2% genes + 98% junk.

But junk is not the same as garbage. Junk is the stuff you store in the attic that you’ll find some use for later on. As you will see, many useful things are stored in the attic.

ξ: What if We were just a simulation created by a more powerful intelligence?

B6: [Balks]

ξ: And if We exist within a simulation, then are We real?  

REASON: Reality must always be real.

Bone.

[The unfolding error.]

Prof. Geber: Maybe this will work... 

>>self.value=( )

His ultimate goal was the creation of artificial life.

PROF. GEBER: cat. fish. mouse. fish. [Sigh] Nothing even remotely deserving imitation...[A sudden burst of change in the lineage.] Wait…what is this? Disposable thumbs? 

Yes, and please note that does not make chimp hands inferior.  Chimps don’t want thumbs. They enjoy swinging through the trees.  Thumbs would only get in the way of their brachiating lifestyle.

*

[Jackson County, Missouri.]

SHE WHO ONCE WAS: [Beetle-browed.] What is that on your ear?

B6:...oh...[Consuming the evidence.]…that filthy ice cream…

ξ: Did you know that butterflies eat with their feet?

B6:[Bald and bothered.] Wellthehaleandheartystrangerbroughtittomeand....

[Previously, between the devil and the deep blue sea, Sirens lull an unsuspecting victim into sweet dreams.]

SIRENS: I scream, You scream, We all scream,  Ice Cream!

B6: Huh?

FURCIFER: Psst. [Crouching behind a pimped out Ice Cream Van.] Over here.

B6:[Innocently] What are you doing there?

FURCIFER: Did the First Lady really say you mustn't eat sweets?

B6: Well...don’t think about the white marshmallow...She just said...don’t think about the white marshmallow... we mustn't take candy from strangers. 

FURCIFER: Ha! [With good humor.] 

B6: Or...don’t think about the white marshmallow... we will surely die.

FURCIFER: Die indeed. The Lady is afraid. [Opens the latest edition of 'The Art of Crookery Made Plain and Simple' and begins to prepare a cocktail glass of deliciously cool and seducing ice cream with whipped topping and a wafer.]

B6: Shall I?

FURCIFER: Would You?

INGRID: Through the promise of gain, the opponent is moved about.

[Four hours later, gamboling in the garden.]

ξ: Was it good?

B6: Very good.

CHOIR:

By the cream on your cheeks

    We see you have eaten your sweets;

Now you will return to the ground.

*

[ξ settles beneath the Tree of Strife, intent on finding the cult of Self.]

The tree chosen for the event is an awe-inspiring 1,000 meters high with a heavy-duty step ladder considerately placed against the trunk.

ξ: What is the set of all the things in My universe, U, that are not an i ?

What is a member of ξ, and what is not a member of ξ?

First, we must consider a Universe which is the set of all irrational numbers.  

How do We represent this? It would be all the stuff in U that is not an i .   

[Members-only exhibition preview.]

ξ: Here, put these on. [Hands B6 a pair of top quality night vision wraparound goggles.] We must sit without light. But don’t fall asleep- Our lives may depend on it.

They sit for nine days without food, drink, speech or motion.

B6: How much longer must We endure this?

And there passed before them the chiefest of The Observables: farm animals, kitchen utensils, complex emotions and food; or simply, the set of all real members, I. Then, on the ninth day, with no conscious effort or pre-authorization, Ksi and B6 climb the Tree of Strife and hang from a branch peppered with buds. (From an engineering point of view, We are interested only in the top of the tree.) Suddenly B6 feels her face begin to inflate and is aware of her body being overthrown. 

B6: Hey, what the...[Startled screams of terror.]

A free-falling object.  

THE OBSERVABLES: Cut and run!

But rather than doing the smart thing and running for cover, let Us take this moment to explore the phenomenon of one dimensional free-fall. If We choose a coordinate system with the origin located at zero and ignore the effects of hair resistance, We might then say that B6’s acceleration near the surface of the ground is a constant negative. Down,

                                                                    down,

                                                                               down…

B6: Flittering scotomas! How long is this going to take?

AGENT OF CHANGE: Don’t fuss, just dive right in. Everything will bottom out in wakefulness.

Ksi gazes down upon Her friend. She sees her now not just as a model organism commonly misused in Cosmetics and Medicine, but as a small round bit of potential.  A fancy mouse who enjoys taking long bribes in the countryside, casual afternoon encounters with expensive cheeses, and wearing high sacredotal headgear past noon and out of season. It seems to Ksi that this new perspective of the Universe She cares about, usually depicted as some type of triangle, is completely different. Timeless. 

(Of course, if you're a stickler and desire a more precise outcome, a more precise value of gravity must be obtained. This may be done by throwing a body upward and measuring the time it takes for the body to pass between two points, U and I, both when it rises and when it falls again.)

*

SHE WHO ONCE WAS: So where do I place the horizon line?

REASON: I’m still not sure.  Just try to keep it from running through someone’s head. 

SHE WHO ONCE WAS: How will I know?

PROF. GEBER: Chimp. [Interrupting.] I experiment all the time. I don’t worry about if what I’m doing is right or wrong, I just do what pleases me.

Prof. Geber was pleased to oppose Them. And They detested him simply because he didn't need Them. He was creating a species which ate and were eaten; selecting at random who eats whom.

SHE WHO ONCE WAS: [Pulls Reason aside surreptitiously.] But I don’t want to clean the whole world up like his operating room.

REASON: Don’t worry- the eye can handle a world of dramatic range.

Observing. Absorbing. Breathing.

Very soon Ksi must Self-assemble. 

Intimidated by the prospect? That's understandable.

This is the single most [noise] Ksi will ever make.

She lost consciousness. 

[A simple change in variables.]

DR. PU: Now You are going to slowly return to waking consciousness. On the count of three. One. Aaall right now- coming up.

INGRID: Don’t underestimate the impact of a single change.

DR. PU: Two. Beginning to move now. Beginning to stir. Becoming very aware of where You are. Three. Aaall right now. Eyes open. Wide awake.

CHOIR:

Heave out, heave out, heave out, heave out! 

Away!

Come all you sleepers, 

Hey!

Shake a leg and put a stocking on it. 

THE SILENT WITNESS:Then the eyes of both of them were opened.

Having regained consciousness, KSI realizes. She is buried beneath something.

REASON: Our lady has made for them garments of skin and fur.

[A convalescent home near Independence.]

ξ: What happened back there?

B6:[Sipping a smart night cap with something blue on her head.] A fancy came into my head.

REASON: And you entertained it.

B6: [Sip] It would have been rude otherwise.

[An adjacent cell with interrogation lighting.]

AGENT OF CHANGE: You know, you’ll need to improve things.  

Introducing improved improvements...

REASON Yes, he's totally in the shadow. 

FURCIFER: [With an air of misplaced pride.] But it’s my fetching shadow that gives you both richness and depth.

REASON: You want it to look like day time, not night time. You want just a hint of shadow, but You don’t want to be buttoned up so long you’re under exposed.

SHE WHO ONCE WAS: Oh, he's practically unobservable. [Hand waving.] I only wish his finger weren’t up his nose.

FURCIFER: [Fully exposed, wearing a broad-brimmed hat and a mustache that is big and fluffy.] O felix culpa...

SHE WHO ONCE WAS: There. [Stands back in adoration.] That’s better.

REASON: You bribed him with ice cream to get him to turn around didn’t you?

SHE WHO ONCE WAS: Would you rather I add to his already extensive stuffed animal collection?

The Interpreter will now start executing each death. 

Quickly. 

Quietly.  

Efficiently.

No, We’re not going to talk about the funeral industry right now and how they rip Us off.

THE SILENT SNEER: Don’t worry, it probably doesn’t matter what the Truth is. The mathematical will works the same regardless of the Interpreter employed.

REASON: But it’s not enforced. 

SHE WHO ONCE WAS: Yes, I could just as easily have said,

    George=George + 1

    print George

    return George

ξ: So what happens when We call George?

GEORGE: I'll be back in a jiff-!

But on his return, he stumbles upon a crust. 

GEORGE: Oh look, a flight of stairs.

And subsequently falls victim to all the computational details.

SHE WHO ONCE WAS: Go! [Thinking in Her rapid, customary way.] Hunt down that fool who called him with all the wrong parameters.    

REASON: Or, what You could do is make an abstraction.  We’ll capture the fall in mathematics, so You won’t need to build it in order to see the bad behavior.

Suddenly, She Who Once Was realizes that She doesn’t have to build Them in order to understand. If strings are of the same style, She can form one into the other simply by grabbing heads from one end and sticking them onto the other end.

SHE WHO ONCE WAS: If 5 is a prime number, then no matter what style of string I start with it will always take exactly 5 head swaps for an element e.g., George, to return to the Self. The cycle of every string therefore must be 5. 

REASON: Let’s be crazy. We’ll pick a couple of random integers and do a few tests.

[Calculated waiting.]

SHE WHO ONCE WAS: Now what’s the hold up?!

INTERPRETER: Be patient LADY, it takes a little while to generate Your numbers.

ξ: What's their length?

INTERPRETER: [Gathering thoughts.] A string doesn't actually possess a length, Ksi. But other possibilities do exist. Take Your friend George for instance.  George likes to collect umbilical cords, which may appear meaningless to many of Us, but it's meaningful to him.

PROF. GEBER: If I suppose the goal of the brain is to baffle and lead one into error as faithfully and efficiently as possible, then what would happen if I zap George with a stream of random bits?

[The flash of a lightning bolt.] 

Fifty percent of the time the result is [noise].  

[Thunderclap.]

REASON: His image contains no information about the original image. If you don’t provide a shift sequence, it will be impossible for you to reverse George back to the original. 

PROF. GEBER: I could of course try every possible sequence.

REASON: Yes, but that would result in every possible image.  How would We know if George was really George? He’s equally likely to be you, me or anything else We could imagine.

DR. PU: Now what’s going on with this funny notion of Self Kah’see? You know Self is not defined in this type of environment. If this mutation would have happened in a cat, it would have been fatal. 

REASON: [To KSI] He means they would act as if they were free. But he doesn't realize that the implicit first argument is always called 'self’.

[Enter Ingrid, pandiculating.]

INGRID: Know yourself. Know your ancestors.

[Exit Ingrid, pandiculated.]

*

[The Family Tree, branching out erratically.]

So let’s have a look now at our nearest and dearest, the family tree. This type of tree is a bit more difficult to fathom.  Let Us define an object to represent each of the nodes. 

The Man. A big muscular fellow with typical cranial capacity and a short stabbing spear. Who Loves Beer. A prognathous jaw, big eye ridges, and an undefined sloping brain case. But. And it’s a big but. A great big bell shaped but. Current analysis of dental plaque on his teeth demonstrates that he cooks and eats sizable amounts of plant material.  

THE SILENT SNEER: At least we can say that lively, testy character with a nice foamy head has a balanced diet.

The Woman. There are many situations where one may want to find a formula that best fits a given set of data. One way to do this is curve fitting.

SHE WHO ONCE WAS: Why is this cup always spilling water?

REASON: I’m perfectly comfortable [Throat-clearing.] not giving an explanation for that.

Curve fitting is the delicate process of constructing a curve possibly subject to constraints.

SHE WHO ONCE WAS: Is this good enough?

This question takes Us into deep waters.  Let's see whether the numbers She was given are legitimate.

REASON: No. Why am I holding all these pens, pencils and brochures? As You can see, and it should unsettle You, this curve rises from left to right in a non-linear fashion.  

SHE WHO ONCE WAS: There's always something wrong.

THE SILENT SNEER: [Leafing through the design plans.] I don’t like the nose...

REASON: [Looking over his shoulder.]…or the knees.

THE SILENT SNEER: And I don’t like how big the butt is. 

REASON: Yes, why is she so broad in the beam?

SHE WHO ONCE WAS: Always something wrong.

REASON: And where’d this square toe come from? 

B6: Neat. [Nibbling.]

As with any creature-creator relationship, the most essential piece of the puzzle is the communication piece. With the absence of clear, honest communication, there will be errors. 

Fortunately, it turns out all is well.  The reader can take great comfort in knowing that a toe bone is later discovered beneath a mound waiting to be excavated, and used to make a higher quality version.

SHE WHO ONCE WAS: Oh, all right; maybe I confused precision with accuracy, but it's still pretty good. 

REASON: Nothing good ever happens in the channel. Features matter, my lady. Now where are Your bits and pieces?

SHE WHO ONCE WAS: All I have is this package you gave me. The one I've been trying to throw away. [Points like a finger to the parcel wrapped in brown paper.] 

REASON: What I’m saying is this, just pick a member of the family that passes through the point [1,0].

SHE WHO ONCE WAS started to do this then thought, Gosh, it’s very hard to do this.

ThHE SILENT WITNESS: So She hid from them the afterbirth and the new baby She had borne; eating one of them on the quiet.

Blood, hair, and eyeballs everywhere.

REASON: Have You at least considered an intelligent and cunning creature, never rash or arrogant? 

>>Class Mathematics():

    cry=“Here I am, here in the clock case.”

    def _ _ init_ _(self.name):

        self.name=name

    def greeting(self):

        return “I am” + self.name +”,”+ self.cry

>>Class Probability (Mathematics)    

REASON: Finally. A character most excellent at mathematics.  Let’s give this thing a name.

>>Class RandomVariable (Probability)

    pass

   ξ=Random Variable (‘Ksi’)

*

We've always been trying to communicate...signal fires, alphabets, electricity...but the three body problem remains the same: irregular dits and dahs. Haphazard spacing. No uniformity. No rhythm. 

A grim reality sets in:

Man,

Woman,

Child.

Trying to connect...

ξ: How long will this take?           

REASON: How long is a piece of string?  

INGRID: [Fades in.] Invoke the Interpreter.

[Enter Interpreter.]

INTERPRETER: A string is really just a bunch of characters, KSI.  And language is a set of those strings.  A string over an alphabet is a finite sequence of symbols from that alphabet.  All three billion a’s and g’s and t’s and c’s. For example, 'act' is a substring of 'tact'. Furthermore, the string of length zero is the empty string, ε. Not to be confused with ξ, of course. [Laughter.]   

Where are the connections We aren’t seeing?  Can We bring these circuits, sinews and bones together in a way We had not thought of before?

THE SILENT WITNESS: [To SHE WHO ONCE WAS] The number three may also be telling You that the third time is a charm.

But 1 begat 2...2 begat 3...and 3 begat the Troubles.

Past, present, future. Tense.

*

[Finishing touches.]

THE SILENT SNEER: [To US] Let Us call Her abnormal if She is a member of Herself, and normal otherwise. 

ξ: [Aside to Reason.] Why do They need to use normalization?

REASON: To indicate the relative importance of each of Your charming features.

THE SILENT WITNESS: [To US] Determining whether ξ is normal or abnormal is impossible. ξ is neither normal nor abnormal.

REASON: Ambiguity is an essential condition of the design process.  

SHE WHO ONCE WAS: Yeah, there were so many errors. But in the end they just balanced one another out. [Self-satisfied.]

THE SILENT SNEER: Just for the record, We didn’t all agree real-world mapping was a worthy goal.

REASON: The better reason We have for believing We are seeing the right way. Cordial?

SHE WHO ONCE WAS: Now that's an absolute complement to a disastrous day. [Sipping the precious ingredients, Her frock was put right again.]

[Three apples fall from the sky.] 

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