01-11-11 – Naamah and Lucifer witnessed by Simeon-RedSquare: I woke.  I was in darkness.  How was I in darkness?

01-11-10 – Ike: I entered Ishmael’s quarters with the key he had given me. I think he had given it to me in order to avoid acknowledging that I couldn’t be kept out of any place in the vCity or its connected domains.

01-11-01 – Inari:  I sat upon the Ginkgo Throne and waited upon the Simeon.  I existed, as I did on any day in which an ambassador from the Kaigai called on my court, in a body formed from a haha-kuma.

01-11-00 – Sam Noire:  What took Yahweh a week to accomplish, I did in two.  Though, he got what he wanted on the first go. I, on the other hand, took a few more at bats to create my first child.

01-10-11 – Samil:  “You really might want to use an alias in public,” Professor Jinan Irrgarten said as zhe fumbled with a sewer pipe sized conduit.

01-10-10 – Ishmael:  I always assumed that someone with my talents wouldn’t have any trouble finding a job in a world made of computers.

01-10-01 – Simeon:  Servers were supposed to be indistinguishable once one got past the piddling details of physical architecture and processor limitations. When one was inside a server it shouldn’t feel any different from any other server in the world with the same processing power.

01-10-00 – Samuel:  I obsessed over who Rama’s killer could be.  I lived the details of the weapon.  It was a single flechette gun.  Or were there two weapons?

01-01-11 – Samil:  Does nothing work the way I want it to?  Is there a being, a god if you must, somewhere above me, staring down, and deciding nothing I want to do will ever work?

01-01-10 – Ishmael:  Fatima sat in his boxers on the edge of his bed. I sat on top of a stack of scavenged computer parts on the floor next to his sense-net rig and chair.

01-01-01 – Simeon:  I was moving through the network trying to find a clear path to Little Russia. I was not moving in the helter-skelter method of the first hours of our escape from BGM. 

01-01-00 – Samuel:  The evidence of Rama’s death was stored in a box in the ancient Erie Basin Auto Pound and Evidence Warehouse.

01-00-11 – Samil:  Betrayal.  I had been betrayed.  My bastard kin had betrayed me.

01-00-10 – Ishmael:  For the first time in my life I saw who Fatima was.  Not the shape he had been born as, but as the person she really was.

01-00-01 – Simeon:  I received the news from Samuel we were too big to escape intact without comment.

01-00-00 – Samuel:  I was Samuel and I was awake in the heart of the City Archives.

00-11-11 - Samil:  I knew it.  I was right.  10 was an idiot.

00-11-10:  I woke feeling a little fuzzy.  Waking wasn’t something I had really felt in a long time, and had no idea why I felt it.

00-11-01: Nineteen seconds before the scheduled shutdown of my server I entered The Far Side of the Moon Scenario.

00-11-00: I was not happy with what was happening one bit.  11 was going all crazy about how we had to know what Star-X was, why they wanted us, what was the point of this whole endeavor.

00-10-11: We had an hour before shutdown.  It was Friday afternoon. The staff responsible for the integration of new AIs into the farm had the weekend off.

00-10-10:  All server rooms were the same.  Raised floors and drop ceilings were the hallmark of a truly professional setup.

00-10-01: Knowing what I was made everything make sense.  My wandering through the city, seeing things I couldn’t see, in places I couldn’t know about was just me wandering the camera networks.

00-10-00: Rama was dead.  This was history for the City, a new reality for me.

00-01-11: The City, this beast we lived in, was just too vast to make sense. One in a million events happened every day. And yet there were people who never ventured more than a mile from the place they were born in their entire life.