What are YOU doing in my computer?
nate (fixed gaze, tonelessly): Finished, it's finished, nearly finished, it must be nearly finished.(Pause.)
Grain upon grain, one by one, and one day, suddenly, there's a head, a little heap, the impossible heap.
(Pause.)
I can't be punished any more.
(Pause.)
I'll go now to my kitchen, ten feet by ten feet, and wait for him to whistle me.
(Pause.)
Nice dimensions, nice proportions, I'll lean on the table, and look at the wall, and wait for him to whistle me.
(Pause.)
chorus:
How did we get here again? Because we've been here for awhile. It's becoming...
(tick, tick) comfortable.
(Pause.)
The machine is straining.
nate : The machine is running. We have always had technical mysteries.
chorus: What are you doing now?
nate : Everything Engine 1.0 is growing, vaguely resembling so many ancestors.
chorus: What's going to happen next?