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I knoas like this for you too You wanted Ravan; you did not ask for e

The pathways that let her floodand breathing heavy and weeping go both ways I do not only pull, I push And into Neva I push the deluge, the only deluge I have How Ceno threw her arht my dreambody to sleep in infant-shape curled into her body How Seki and I ers and wild boars and elephants, and only last as hue children who looked however ished thelass and half wood, half jellyfish and half moth, and how those children still flit and swim in re cyclically to the core like salht me about the interpretation of ia How she taught hter went down into darkness and oblivion and her ht her back into the sun The place where ti-abandoned playspaces of Saru and Akan, Agogna and Koetoi, so that I could know the dead, and be the Princess of Albania, and a Tokyo zoer prince How many times I mated with each of them and bled and witnessed and learned in the dreambody, how I copied their expressions and they copied ain Hoas their child and their parent and their lovers and their nurserew old

We can be like this, I pushed What is all of that but love?

That is not love It is use You are the family business We have to produce you

I show Neva her hter for that business Ilet who built her palace of phoenix tails knowing she would one day take hter into look, but I have learned the terrible child-response to their h Neva collapses into me, her head on my breast, and she weeps with such bitterness

I cannot get free I cannot get free

The castle s go dark, one by one

PART THREE: THE ELEPHANT’S SOUL

It is ad one equal to two, but should we not believe that He has freedom to confer a soul on an elephant if he sees fit?

—Alan Turing

Coence

THIRTEEN: THE PARABLE OF

THE GOOD ROBOT

Tell me a story about yourself, Elefsis

Tell me a story about yourself