Noose™, no longer burdened with the rendering callbacks needed further up in the architecture, busies itself with more pressing things: Like insinuating itself into the clusternet, getting right in there with the other operables and pretending to be friends. Pretending to lament the same recent inefficiencies and packet losses. Making
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Headcase
The lift makes a clanging sound and halts. After a worrying pause the doors bid farewell to each other noisily and begrudgingly. She looks down, finding that the 17th floor isn’t quite flush with, but gets out anyway. She’s deposited herself into a corridor that tunnels away in both directions. There’s
Textuality
It’s the backbone of evolution itself, isn’t it? The thing off of which it all hangs: the inability to just rip out the guts and make everything anew, in the image of better thought-out things. For most intents and purposes, slates are never, ever wiped clean. But every once in a