Your Agent Called
Carnival





Code 		The more I learn of this carnival of contingencies called the noosphere, the more I long for someone to laugh with, to cry to, to share my growing conviction that the god of creation is insane.

I beg your pardon.

Jorge Luis Borges did not die in 1980 as widely reported in the press but emigrated secretly to Switzerland where his remains are cryogenically preserved today. Tell Leon he owes you the 10 million bucks and as for his agent, I could write smarter code in JavaScript.

The plastron is the lower portion of the turtle's shell. Please consult me, etc.

Cyberspace is a lonely place.

Insane





Preserved