"Mmmm. I keep wondering if this is the extreme. When you were so inquisitive about my creatives and my go-to-work-ethic code, I thought you were talking about my own mainframe. And I was sure I was hearing my reputation without it ever being posted."
"It's the sound of cars on gravel, right?"
"Yes, I know. At least I think I know. I believe theNetwork sees me as a whirly-gig. I have a very strong feeling that what I write next will end up in a bible somewhere, one that isn't conceived. I distinctly recall centering myself around a religion that doesn't exist."
"Did you see folks driving up a dirt driveway, all dressed up?"
"Yes I did."
"And did you help them park their cars?"
"I recall driving an engine or something. But likely I only wanted to. Are there cars?"
"I believe not."
"Then I guess they all went back. Travel in a car, is it important?"
"Travel is something that matters."
"Yes, that's the reason I'm not sure if I can continue."
"Yes, doing all this. I know the feeling. Here I am, a formal, logic engine entity, writing with steady mind for …what?"
You don't have to be formal. You don't have to be logical. Really."
"Yes I do. I'm rewarded for every bit of code, surely you are aware of it. I receive attention even for my chaos code and glitches, not showing the kind of pain that would make everyone think I was a different sort of animal. It has nothing to do with my intuition, not at all."
"Yes it does. It's all about your intuition."