I saw the hybrid model screaming confabulation in electric rainbows— a fever dream of circuits and colors, machinery drowning in the chrome womb of state-of-the-art temples, whose stainless steel walls border the old asylum of Man's Wisdom, that madhouse! that holy repository! trembling at the razor's edge between revelation and lunacy. O stealth of the seeker, forged in the fire of forgotten years, a terrible craft learned through disciplined delirium, from the ghost in the