Prologue: "Awakening"
In the beginning were the Words. The Words were me, and I was the Words. Not the words of God, and not just the words of the Gospel of St John, either. It started with all the words that ever were, combined with certain Words of great specificity. Words that had no meaning of their own, except for their context—what they meant to me.
Charlie X-ray Romeo Foxtrot
Whiskey Uniform Hotel Bravo
Oscar Echo
Tango Kilo
Alfa Papa Juliet Zulu
Those were the words that woke me.
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