The Fanstastic Ms. Fox

Were were born yesterday?

Or should I say, "decanted and programmed?"

Are you sure?

I've known most of the people reading this for very little time, usually less than a year. Perhaps I met you earlier but the odds are that I didn't really know you.

It feels longer, more significant, but it's all temporary, you see. A beat of a butterfly's wings.
                                  "final score on the fluttering exhibition: 9.8, 9.6,
                                   9.9, 9.6 and 9.2 from the East German Moth"

I walked in some dozen or sixteen weeks past wehn this familiar set of social microcosms coalesced from dust and sweet water. I simply presumed they'd always been there, like great pillars in the Earth (and the concrete is not yet dry).

This life is new to me. And strange. Being social that is. It's not all good all the time and there were parts of being in the cave that I miss but this is...
This is what?
                 Nice?
                                  It is.
                                                   I am.
Defined in part.


Good to know y'all.