Has been done sundered split and hewed in half. My eyes feel like car headlights, my brain is a blackboard after the chalkings have been washed off (and poorly at that, leaving streaks), and I feel like a poorly programmed automata. But there, it’s done, Chapter 4 and I somehow managed to hammer it all out without losing myself in jargon, concepts or technicalities. Paraconsistent logic, neocortical scanning, Google Clouds and all the rest of it are integrated, and now it’s time for Chapter 5 and a grand reception set in the Waldorf Astoria in 1918.
Wish me luck!