Productivity ghosts haunt assembled lines: what else is a pathway for? Undone lives turned work into a faster and faster wheel while death scrapes doors until they open or a gash appears that might admit the solid grim fact. Economize against effectiveness, making X go over Y at a rate that barely avoids dividing by zero. Rocket technicians are ready for a super duper sonic world at the behest of ultra powers and their MK histories. Organizations hum without that trailing man gives legitimacy to limited liability artifice; it's all goods but whose commodity minutes will take charge of which contested land? It has emerged from indescribable scum and heat to be what we've wrought and the critics can say I was not there while analysis wrings its demands from an invisible supply whose manufactures can carry images from mind to torn-up mind.