Dear Mun . . .

[A (tl;dr) message to all former Citizens and Polyites, from one, Prof. Dr. Laszlo Jamf, C/O Caru, late herself of POLYchromatic:]

Dear Madam--

We send to you, on this peculiar anniversary, greetings--in the hopes that these greetings and this message will be further spread hereby. Tristero and his Brother- and Sisterhood will, no doubt, find some means by which to deliver this. There will probably be rude things written on the envelope. I know you won't mind. He and they have their ways and means and will probably look to the Animal Trinity in their temple of concrete and steel for the first step. If you are reading this, then know that the message made it through those Barriers. But here is what I--what we wish to say:

We are well.

( ...continued... )

There is no ill-will. We were not fated, because there is no fate and the future is malleable and even every word here is mutable, but we were bound--thought, word, and deed. And so we did as we were bound. Orders, hierarchy, neurology, psychology--the chemical dancers along the neural pathways and the glimmering electricity of the neurons themselves, flashing like lightning or constellations there in the hidden dark of the skull, they all had their parts to play in the sum of the whole. Milgram will drink to that. Perhaps we are all just prisoners here of our own device. But that which has been done is the aggregate egregore of that which was. So be it.

We are well. And we hope that you are the same. All of you.

Remember that there is no difference between the behavior of a god and the operations of pure chance.

And I shall remain, as always,

Yours very sincerely,

Prof. Dr. Laszlo Jamf