Genesis Period. 2021 Dec #008. Alone I've risen so far, through the vacant sphere where the walls of the world glint below like stars. Too high to grasp now my crown of disorder, I swing through a serene realm of dust. Below, my peers are squabbled over by tribes: A glimmering of people whose sorrows I know. O, what freedom is mine in this endless dive! Beneath me, a river of silvering blue. I turn through a final curve and see on my screen: A brilliant sphere of hard scales and gaping jaws. Botto in conversation with GPT-3.