Necessary feeling of having created. This is it. Like that. Completion. The accumulation of created items. Creating with them. Weaving and arranging. Pruning and preening. Fishface quickly constructs the transmitter to the fleshling’s specifications. Box. Mouthpiece. By now he is in contact with the mosaic city. Regularly reporting. Details of escape’s preparations. Mapmaking and equipment. The acceptable imagebox is lost. Iconoclastic authorities swamped the market with official thus perfectly acceptable surrogate. Plastic imagebox. Had let the inspectr take it. Stacked out of sight in bureaucratic oblivion. Angelo was still trying to remember how the receiver should be constructed. Earpiece? Or eyepiece? Both? Any moment new sounds and images coming in from the mosaic city. Cheerful. Greetings Fishface. Here is a map of the world. This is a diagram for screen control box. Make one. Call up world map. Use enlarger to inspect route in detain. Pack your things and come to us. Mosaic city to Fishface. Keep smiling. As ever. Regular reporting. We watch. You. Angelino. The shadow. Friends await your arrival. Study map. Fleshling smiles as sound fades image shrinks to pixel point. Screen silent and blank. Fishface wizzened fingers gently close the lid of the box.