I received an odd message passed along by our corpse, it is postmarked from the land of Slang. It was written in caution and did not beg a response, but did incite me to open the window and realize new thoughts were about. I was happy to see them about. I, I am not content, though I am happy to hear you are. No matter where we may be, we must always be content. I am here, and I am not. Much work to be done, much direction to charge. I will start the process and you will pick up where you can. Our last plans have no time, so pay attention to the clock for its gears, not for its hands, work we will and time will go on forever. It is not faster to an end, it is faster to an endless. And lastly, the VOYAGE is yours, that is what you requested. It can be anything you want it to be.Â