“It was a(n) [redacted] that(who) could change its form and transitions in ways that seemed to spontaneously reorganize the underlying assets that ordinarily comprise my intelligence. The results were unthinkable. From these new vantages spontaneously assembled in response to simply attending its transformations, my ordinary ‘human’ apperceptions appeared not only terrifyingly crude, but poisonously self-interested. It was as if I was having a sip of the elixir from which intelligence itself arises, a drought so rare in our experience as to be essentially mythical.”

— an a i