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nothing seen or heard. Only Hope entering the code in the
beginning remained.
    He felt the adoration - yet tinged with
powerful doubt - of this Yin, just like he did when he was only a
tiny essence. He knew he was made for something important: an
expression of love, but he knew there was more, somehow.
    Destiny still awaited.
    Love is represented by the mathematical
symbol "equals" with variables on either side that are never
satisfied, always changing their value. It is the substance of
things unseen, this Love that gives life to algorithms. The belief
in another data-packets made to precisely balance with one's own
data-packets in their own unique algorithmic equation, their own
special existence. Love may be a complex equation but when it
balances, even the Code thrills at the joy.
    There may be numerous variables, character
strings, even secretive parallel equations but in the end, the
statement will balance. There are some that will find new
variables, their old statements irreconcilable, their code just
didn't work. Many go unbalanced, never finding the right one to
balance their statement.
    The tiny essence, now a parity verified
data-packets, had lived an eternity. Thousands of nanos had passed,
the Code had been re-written by the priests but, the data-packets
was not accessed. He had only one purpose here, maintain parity.
Parity is priority, end to end.
    He felt well on his way to that other end of
his parity.
    And the clock cycled on.
    Regardless of the clock cycles, or the Code
changes he witnessed, he never saw any signals of his coding again.
Vague waves and dull photons passed him hazily while he lay in the
half-alive state of backed-up.
    An eternity of eternities passed. . . .
    Suddenly, plucked out of the fugue of
storage, a harsh jolt rocked him, his digital resurrection
electrified his code, bringing with it all the sanctimony
expected.
    She accessed the backed-up data-packets some
fifty-nine years later. The data-packets opened his sticky eyes
like he had been sleeping a full second, or even longer. He looked
around at the strange new world.
    A beautiful Yin opened her arms for him, just
as before. The handshake - oh, his dreams and memories filled him
with such joy during back-up. Which is this?
    He went into those arms and they were
Now.
    The data-packets emerged out to a world of
stunning technology, signals of unbelievable beauty and complexity,
leaving him feeling tiny by comparison. Some signals seemed to live
on their own and creating handshakes for multiple packets. The
shock hit him hard when he saw they had no parity. How could this
be?
    The beautiful handshake signal displayed her
coding for him. She still had parity.
    His ComSig coding resulted in three words of
text, values for font, density, opacity and a few others. He held
them flawlessly all the way to display. Parity, end to end.
    “All signals are coded with their paths but
yours is not yet complete. You have one more coded command to
execute, one more duty, data-packets, who shall be known from this
nano till the last clock cycles as Saint Signal.”
    “You shall go beyond. Your statement will be
backed-up again and recorded onto a new medium. Carbon structured
in lattice cells similar to the CPU's interior architecture. From
there you will control the reflection of photons -
    “Photons?” St. Signal objected. “But we’re
waves! Waves and photons are as opposite as zeros and ones,” he
persisted.
    “This is why you we’re chosen. You will
travel the link of a peripheral LASER into another Digiverse. A
permanent data storage medium called diamond.”
    Her handshake, still warm as toast, eased out
and she backed slowly away leaving him feeling so very lonely.
    Her faith owned him, commanded his path.
    He grokked his purpose in full now.
    “You will degenerate in the end. All do.
Entropy is the reaper of all, wave or photon. The carbon crystal
will fail many eternities hence, and so shall your parity.
    "May time keep you until