"But I'm creating the new world!" she burst in, sounding like a glad-bag of prefabricated propaganda. Abe knew that as soon as they had her hooked on their paracurrencies of money, control and power, they'd start laying down the gauntlet and force her to create their own, censored and heavily surveilled, program of easy-to-consume conformity. This is what Prague-23 had rapidly become.

Her falconized avatar dematerialized leaving behind an egg.

Golam went over to the egg and tried to pick it up but it wouldn't budge. Instead, a text message slipped out from the insides of a very thin crack Abe had not noticed. The floating letters said:

"having my baby, what a wonderful way of saying how much you love me..."