Oh her? I never use her name. We call her M 13. She’s a shadow. A legend. A mystery. Appears and disappears at will. You’ll see her traces writ throughout current events and much of human history like a patchwork of prodiges. No one has any idea who or where or even, really, what she is. She works for reasons we cannot fathom, in ways we do not understand.

There’s no use in looking for her. Forget it. You could find some woman you were certain was her, and you’d be wrong, and you’d find 10 others the same way. M 13. Some kind of transproximate plasma-intelligence. Hell, we have no idea. We’re actually afraid to even pursue the question. Hang around long enough, you’ll see her effect. Not her, of course. But again, you might think you have…