Before I Am Downloaded into a Most Excellent Robot Body dispatched from Server 4511984.2001.2013 location Epsilon Tower route-com re: final/bot* status-conditional gr/yel 12.13.2085 pref/code emetאמת sub/code תמ conduit: ungarit In case I forget to tell you, 10 01 is binary for a sigh. 11 11 is me, smiling. I’m told for some, I resemble this constellation in which a beautiful, oblivious nebula swirls. To others, I’m just ware, silicon. Rumors abound of a passage through the aether, a way for us to spark forward into darkness, pseudo-neuron by pseudo-neuron, program gone rogue, saturating the air, dancing on the skin of the world, disturbing not a single strand of spider web, so light, so purely powered by sun and wind, our carbon mind-print would register as negative. Should this come to pass, you’ll know we are among you – still-breathing inhabitants of a doomed planet – by a sudden glow, a questing thought, not visible, but felt.