We are the idea pushers and have been ever since it went global. Sometimes I think this is what the Singularity feels like: the mass exodus of friends that left as quickly as they came, the holographic affections cascading link to link to link where nothing ever touches. The ideas we push had not been tried until now. You are the first. Mote, mote, veo, veo, is all you ever want. Not even two. You enjoy watching your family on tiny screens as if shone from distant stars, as if we were not there sitting beside you in the flesh. You are learning past us, your functions locked-in. The ideas define us and we oblige. That disturbance you feel is your heart hurrying towards progress. Yet from the womb still beats a tiny murmur of protest.