Mind's muscles twist over gears constructed of electrons cycling smoothly over skull fragments shattered by a strained impression only to elect a single electrical pulse the Alfa. Spinning downward spirals of benign thought useless in existence dance around the new king hailed a legend so early. Too early. Unnecessary notions derived from naive action dictating the tension of muscular mass of which the mass if comprised. Dissension among cardiac and grey, thought a failure the machine lays, under construction as the designs of one architect undecided in nature lay unfinished. Empty-handed he lay, this architect of mind, staring down at the broken pen beneath him, gazing hopefully at the screen of his labor, searching hopelessly for the answer he cannot yet fathom. Nearby the conveyor belt lay, awaiting the design of one decision, painfully toiling over a rotation gone unnoticed by the machine unaware of such efforts.