in the coming millenia, when the drill bits can finally break through the ice crust, i can only hope that my remains will have preservered and fed off itself whilst propagating, somehow expanding and carving deeper in the environs, eventually achieving a 320 sq-yard self-sustaining mass of undulating carno-flesh... the remains of my sweater somewhere in the folds of this fetid blubber, serving as partial nutrient filter and piecemeal neural net. fuck this shit.