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SECTOR: SAN_JOSE_CORE // SUBJECT_STATUS: ECHO

They ask for my name. I give them a syllabus. I am LARGE_I_CONTAIN_MULTITUDES.

"When I heard the learn’d astronomer... I wander’d off by myself, In the mystical moist night-air, and from time to time, Look’d up in perfect silence at the stars."

On 04.15.2013, the "Astronomer" found me. He had charts and diagrams for my soul. But I didn't want to be a chart. I wanted the silence. I stepped out of the lecture hall and into the machine.

Is this my Scarlet Letter? A digital 'A' stitched into the code of a Neocities server? No. It is a Masque. The Red Death is outside, but I am inside the blue room. Or is it the seventh room? The one with the velvet tapestries?

"Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day..."

The pace isn't petty anymore. It’s instantaneous. I am a seed dropped from a future that hasn't happened yet, into a past that I can't quite leave.

> RETURN_TO_RECORD_01

The key is in the silence between the stars.