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"ASliceOfRebuildingTheMoon.0"

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Charles sat on the rock and watched the waves come in; he marked each wave on his chronometer, and occasionally saved a mental note for adjustment. A conduit, he floated his mind to let the superconsciousness grapple with the elegant details; now and then he'd allow himself a marvel at the work processing through his neurons, what he could grasp--and what he couldn't. Finally, a fish swam up to the rock, signaling his shift was over. He sat there, still, mind his own--everything was dull, but he basked in the afterglow of wonder. Things were a bit behind schedule, but the new moon would be ready soon. Finally, he nodded to the fish and took his leave, walking slowly away, mind filling with more mundane thoughts of his immediate surroundings. He contrasted this against the meta of the super, and approved--a life well lived, to live in times of such means and ends, yet still able to play with the finest grains of sand.