( colligo ¬ get collected ) → network.

I wonder if I've been changed in the night?

Let me think: was I the same when I got up this morning? I almost think I can remember feeling a little different.

Does anyone have any idea when this will end? Hearing the thoughts of bugs isn't as interesting as it sounds.

Right.

I've had some weird mornings after drinking Ryncol, but I'm pretty sure I've never woken up on a strange planet before. In a library, no less.

Is someone gonna start talking, or am I gonna have to start inflicting some blunt-force trauma?