With the possibility of transforming our natural environment as a work of science and probability The symbol for a living

dispersion live streaming, of a metacrawler spinning its web by being spun by web Like those vitreous moths that mimic diagram What wants this bit of information stored into the cloud? Is it but waiting for it to rain down at the summit of temperature rise such as predicted by Deep Blue? And even our skies by filtering our atmosphere are staging for us the comedy of light In an image that no longer can imagine reality, because that image is the real With a nihilism that is that of transparency.