And these little machines offered themselves to me; and I realized, when I looked at them, that if I could bring just one of these little trinkets back, nothing would ever be quite the same again. And I wondered, "Where am I? And what is going on?" And it occurred to me that these must be holographic viral projections from an autonomous continuum that was somehow intersecting my own's. And then I thought a more elegant explanation would be to take it at face value, and realize that I had broken into an ecology of souls, and that somehow I was getting a peek over the other side; somehow, I was finding out that thing that you cheerfully assume you can't find out; but, it felt like I was finding out And it felt—And then I can't remember what it felt like, because the little self- transforming REDACTED interrupted me and said, "Don't think about it. Don't think about who we are, think about doing what we're doing. Do it. Do it now. Do it!"
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