We find ourselves alone with an X made of living pixels. Get close to any pixel, and you'll see a blur, the outer atmosphere of a thought-ocean... put on your flippers and heat-shield, jump in, down down down shrinking and falling through the endless air-water-void, deeper into that thought, until suddenly you splash...     On the television, the dead people have promised that for the next thousand years, we get to live in peace on this new world.