I like the stars. It's the illusion of permanence, I think. I mean, they're always flaring up and caving in and going out. I can pretend that things last. I can pretend that lives last longer than moments.
Gods come, and gods go.
Mortals flicker and flash and fade. But I can pretend. In all large corporations, there is a pervasive fear that someone, somewhere is having fun with a computer on company time. Networks help alleviate that fear. They wear dark, natural-fiber, businesslike clothing even when nobody they know has died.