Singularity Tech

And so the Eskatonics pore greedily over the Engineer's book, and whisper of secrets wrested from the very clutches of the Guilds. The students whisper of a Point That Is No Point, and a Line That Is Not, and all manner of other formulae and gibberish.

I myself can make naught of the book; it appears to speak of wonders created from light-motes at the heart of invisible whirling orbs that in turn enough! Tertus calls the time to recite the Selucian Litany draws nigh. Let the Eskatonics squabble over their tawdry "truths" I shall commune with the Pancreator in the time-honored way.