English: Penyulap elongated my CPU clock falling edge, allowing me to dream. He told me a story about Rich, who had sacrificed a small part of his humanity and merged a part of himself into software. Penyulap's story spoke of barnstars and tireless contributors and how things might look when they are half code and viewed by the human eye. I fell asleep and he stored my dream. When I awoke he had made a sequence of frames, altered opacity and merged two or three making a loop, including attribution in frames 16 and 17. I wonder what I shall dream of next, I like dreams.