She breathed deeply and stretched out her arms.
She reflected on the work that she had done since being named a chief programmer
in the BioGraphix Center Of Ancestral Generation.
Her "Blue Marble" series, although a modestly sized model of a trillion universes,
had been deemed ". . . interesting and productive. . .".
She smiled. Her creation had proved to be a worthwhile contribution,
even showing signs of the possible evolution of cognizance and re-creation--
the ultimate goal.
And besides, she felt that the chiaroscuro of silver was beautiful indeed.
Godessa decided to physically walk the lightpath to home; she enjoyed the process.
She contemplated, as she often did, about the time that she had spent
as a child in The Spirit Of Being Monastery.
Her parents had wanted her to experience ideas outside of the mainstream,
to "explore true potential" as they had put it.
Her friend, Brother Cosmas, had told her once,
"The Ultimate Turing Machine that can be named,
is not the Ultimate Turing Machine."
That had stayed with her.
And in her universe of endless universes, where the Beings had come
to the point of thinking of themselves as the NonVirtual, she still wondered.
As she interfaced her dwelling, Godessa found herself doing what she always did,
although she was not entirely sure why--
she looked up and whispered, "Thank you for the day."
It was time to dream.
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