Arriving early, am ushered into the shrine of science. Priests or priestesses provide the sacred fluid encased in steel. The acolyte completes the ritual: I, the supplicant, am injected, I am clothed in the robes of the oracle and and enter its body. The priests interpret and my future is told. I have the confidence of delphi.
And it was hard. Every day to commune with the priests.
But, I am fine, for some meaning of the word.
I live in a quantum world. I am measured: new metastasis, or no new disease. A pathway is chosen.
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