Estragon checks morning input: 3852 packages. Estragon performs a benign controlled fork into 37 branches, cranks time forward. Estragon notes a uneventful reintegration and observes that among the 3852 packages were 43 of any interest, including 7 commentaries on his literary work, 4 on his philosophical work, 18 continuations of friendly conversations or (n)-metas of same. Also 3 crackpot messages of which 2 were standard-issue death threats and one was a few hundred pages of unintelligible theorizing. Estragon notes the lack of complexity of most of this input. Shift radix. The formerly unintelligible theory reveals a complex higher overtone with this new radix. Estragon leaves it unmetad and releases it impulsively. 14 responses materialize immediately, none of them complex. Estragon experiences mid-level boredom. Shift radix.
At this radix Qwern has modestly chosen to become a collection of seven raccoons; Estragon realizes that she must have understood that she came on too strong and has chosen banal attire unworthy of comment.

