So we'll set him on the bonsai pine-

   Ø      To sing?

  Right.  But we'll peel the skin off one side of his head and one 
wing—just enough to
 expose the circuitry.

   Ø      Brilliant!

  But the song should be-lark?  Mockingbird?  Something exquisite.  
Pure as snow.

   Ø      You're the best.

 Bosch is very smart.

   Ø      Bitch.

 Ivy!  And Swinton-well, he made you, after all.

   Ø      He wrote some initial code.  He donated some mental sperm.  
You made me,
 Kataka.  Swinton is so . . . sleepy.

 <laughs>  For the one, pure note . . . I haven't lost it completely, 
perhaps.