# early room cube of morning in which it only ever partially occurs that scientists consist of memory fragments dense lab notes arising travelling alone for endless desert days only to awake in a dusty abandoned motel in early hot azure summer desert morning flower light streams in through broken blinds caked with intense beige time dust waiting waiting for a sentient electric stealth biosynth data ninja microlight to land on the fuzzy interlands take one safely silently and invisibly over heavily armed hypercorporate borders where indeterminate low key sci action adventure awaits // republic of bob