“< ERROR >

Trying to wiggle fingers no longer attached to his body.

And so she wades hip-deep into the datastream, hands all ablur,

and I instruct her how to crack my own fortification.

It is like unraveling a part of myself.

I know where the stone is weakest. But still, it is a castle.

Towers reaching to the sky.

A single termite gnawing at its foundations.”