The Shrouded Man gestures at these:
- Memory. Memories! Those cores are akin to lodestones. The electric action of the coils alters their polarity - from septentrion to meridional, back and forth and back again. You can see each of their polygonal configurations; 256x256 = 65,536 binary inputs. Batch upon batches of experiences, epoch upon epochs of memories! Who could have imagined that these cores, the dead surfaces of stones, could remember so much, immortalise so many things. Imagine what you could transcribe upon them! Think upon it! Not the mere scrawl or utterances of words, the barbaric grunt and howls of men and beasts, of rutting and feeding and killing... but such sights, sounds, transcendent music; the flicker of movement and quickening pulse of life, the dance of gestures and very grace of Being... This chamber is The World. To possess a thing you need only remember it; to kill a thing you would need only to forget...
You gaze upon the ferrite surfaces, thinking of the void-like sinister smoothness of the Hecatomb monument you witnessed.
>>5683926Mariamne replies petulantly,
-Just show us where we should be going! (shudders) I don't like it here...
