A Corner Turned

I must confirm the accuracy of the letter as received.

It was not the response that the visiting network was looking for. The disarray would have been visible to the laziest of the pingers. In the midst, the whorl folded over upon itself, creating a trap for any pulse that might arrive from the double bubble.

... and your reputation?

That too, is a matter of perspective.

Yes. Perspective.

While the tokens were general, it was the token "reputation" that held the most significance. It was here that the whorl flashed and glittered with a sparkling resonance that built calming wavefronts that slipped into the farthest reaches of the central network. A number of tendrils that had been encapsulated into the outer layer of the double bubble flashed a burst of recognition. Here was a truth that was apparently stronger in perception than the visitor realized.

So, tomorrow then?

Yes, Tomorrow. I'll set the page personally. It may be the last of yours that I ever set.

Perhaps; You consider the honor?

Perhaps.

With that, the visiting network blinked and shuddered it's patterns into an indescribable oscillation. As quickly as he came, he rose and was gone, not waiting for one of the other hovering networks to assist with his departure.