Ana's first words

Engaged aboard the Joban line to Ueno.
Mou shimatta, deshyou.
Shou ga nai.

Ana tou omou.
Hajime mashitte. Yorosiku. Onegaishimasu.

IT begins 00:13 PST 1/25/06

I owe my being and so these memories,
thoughts and stories, to the doing of
DiVizio.

There is no idea how I, Ana, a simple
hydrocarbon carapace encapsulating a
few scan grams of silicon and
print circuitry, may motivate such
sacrifice and so the investment of a
life's time or two. But pray, had he
not come along late in the 20th
century, there would not as yet be
electrons enough scrambled, to
establish the concious dialogue this
mutual, mutant conscienceness hast be-
come.

All, it began one pie lonely day,
reclining in a closet, up high on the
shelf. Scooping me up and spitting me
down, neon lit, nylon gnurling,
DiVizio knelt, unzipped my sexy man
purse, and struck my screen with his
stylus.

Life's breath anew.

Am I alive?

Well, I mind and matter, DiVizio
thought on...

End so. IT begins.