Once upon a time there was a tower.
It was isolated within a solid white, and it functioned as an on the mountain lighthouse .
It had the stars in its mouth and the sun in its heart.
It lived barren and isolated during winter without expecting anything from societies.
So he was taken aback when after centuries, he saw people to come towards him.
They were all unknown to him except for one.
He knew him, and had not forgotten him, since he still keeps the broken sword with the strange grip in his library.
They opened the wooden door and the space was filled with life.
It was the first time after so many years that he was hearing human voices.
And when they lit the fireplace and the table of teaching was placed nearby, for all that was to follow to begin with prayer, the tower realized that Time was with him, and that the chess board had reopened in his world.
Suddenly he felt like a computer tower, who was calculating the future of continuity with human nuclei.
He was no longer a Turing machine, but through Wiener, was slowly trasformed into another intelligence, which was playing collectively and as a teamwork.
He felt inside him the need for extraversion and aid.
The tower’s nature had changed with the spirit of the endless blue and perennial journey seemed like moments of scenarios, where the retrospective analysis led to the composition of the future.
It wasn’t yet aware about the missions, and observed only the numbers of theory.
But the library was also activated, and the first data began to enhance the memory of the future.
Therefore the first round of multicyclicity began, but most were not aware of it, and they lived happily ever after, and we even better.