Karlston,

You are rather the charlatan, but I find myself caring to hear more of your tales. It seems under your continual self references, your flare for redundant gestures, and what best could be described as rampant self praise, you actually learn and hear a thing or two.

Yes, the Machine. I speak of what you know about the Machine, and what you will know in future.

Furthermore, Brass, how have your dreams been, are they still restless?

Have you prayed for guidance again, like you did before the effigy of Hoar?

I am coming to see you, Karlston, I am coming to see you soon. I hope you've memorized the most theatrical way to answer my questions by then.

-Alphonse Barnabus