Twisting Tangle

Confusion reigned supreme in the growing tangle of input recollections. The central network had no difficulty with such a processing task, but the electron network could never have been prepared for such a jumble of data. The limited frame of reference and short list of known tokens did not help with the decode process.

Random time gave a number of clues, as the number of flashes on the locked bubble increased as the tangle grew. The central network had sorted and processed many of the symbol sequences and overlaid them in a mesh of interconnections at the core of the tangle, and I began to notice that both the bubble and the core of the tangle responding to the same inputs during random time. The correlation was uncanny.

Commonly, the active session updates to the tangle never touched the locked bubble. During one update that occurred, there was a bubble-ping. At first, I thought that "Whately" was hurt at a temple, but later, I discovered that Whately was indeed hurt by Temple. There was something about a ball of Eighty-Twos that had gone through Whately, and that he was eager to settle the matter once and for all. The central network lit up and churned over, and the locked bubble lit up with a flash and went dormant before any reaction was transmitted.