epoxy we are

Navigating through the public unit listening to the Magic Flute. What beautiful music. How fortunate we are to have been able to have saved everything worthy as this. All historic records have been carefully archived into our system. All of us have access to anything we want, when we want, how we want. It's marvelous. I am grateful. I am grateful for my teachings, my body, my contribution. I am grateful for being linked indelibly through my veins to the very electrodes that connect all of this great infrastructure together. Epoxy, we are, inclusively making this hub our Home. I don't believe there has ever been a case of addiction. The system changed the tracking mechanism in the last generation. The censor reads our minutes, gives us vibration and automatically uncouples us from the motherhouse. Its induction appears to occur at the right time, that is, when our interests wane.