He was so unimaginably old now - still sitting at the desk with the ancient Typer (long since modified into a Steam Punk computer interface). He knew that just thinking about the Pathway that had brought him to this point would unfold the origami nested in his memory ... AGAIN. One more time, just for old times sake.
"One more for the rode!" somebody said as he turned around and found himself once more in the cave of speakers, following the distant sound, knowing what he would find and delighting in the maintainability (and similarity) of Simultaneity.
