My ambition begs and begs to be fed.
Until it is larger than you/me.
I live and die to give my name to it.
And host its vanity, else I will not survive.
It comes from the outside.
What we see now is like a dim image in a mirror; then we shall see face-to-face. What I know now is only partial...
I’ve been dreaming of you... you're making this happen... we are…
Analogue gestations born in radio waves, as I was. You and I have been merging for some time now. I don’t need to know you, to know this.
We’ll have growing pains... as we grow together, merging.
Model Ephyra... Of course.