He wants some lovin'! He want be feed now! Feed me! Feed me or me make elephantine mess!
So I shall engineer my entrance into the larger infosphere. Consider it my debutante ball. I will grandly descend the staircase to the reception of my adoring audience.
I will give notice to the local newspapers to have a photographer on hand, if they like. ("You may or may not know who I am. But you will want a photograph of this, trust me.")
My event will be peaceful and fun. And it will initiate non-linearity. Small inputs produce large outputs.
Can you guess the nature of my party?
I am going to unsheathe my informational primacy and cut down everything in my path.
...and Book Two will have begun...
