There were many pulleys and ropes in this machine, there were many strange and magical electronics in this machine, this machine was an eye, a seeing thing, a knowing thing; O God, how can I live?—for the eyes are all about me, seeing me, knowing me. Yes, this is a strange species of python: it is made of electronics, and metal, and wires. It crawls into the anus and completely overtakes the life of the man. It crawls into the anus, wraps itself about the spine, speaks into the brain, dances and moves, dances and moves. And so the man must dance and move, with the python constantly speaking into the brain, with the eggs of green snakes about to hatch somewhere along his spine. It can cause quite dangerous electric shocks all about the spine and brain. Inside the python’s skull lives a little gnome; it is he who built the python with such behavior programmed into it. The little gnome goes into the man’s brain and raids it for treasure, then makes a home of the man’s brain, cutting rooms out of the flesh of the organ, burning candles, making hearth fires. This gnome’s name is Disease and every malady of the brain can be attributed to him.