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I finally got my STM (pocket Z-Machine) running again.
These are some recent bulk particle images- (I think THEY may even be lurking here?)

I think I needed to find a way out, but I am not sure if it was a way in?

One of those in/out-away/near-here/there moments.

There was a locked door (in-between states/places) and a key box on the wall.

I opened the key box to find the key.

Last night THE SLEEPER and THE MULE sat me down at a table in a white room.

They kept passing me pieces of paper covered in graphs and maths.

They were asking me question after question about the data.

I was wired up to one of their machines.

If I got an answer wrong they gave me an electric shock.

There was an arena. There were people above and people below. Sometimes I was looking down and sometimes I was looking up. The battle was fierce, the wounds were deep, but the blood was made of sand.