From e5a7a12b7f01f8ac772cb597afd77ee504bf55cb Mon Sep 17 00:00:00 2001
From: Sadeep Madurange <sadeep@asciimx.com>
Date: Thu, 29 Jan 2026 22:40:36 +0800
Subject: About with Frankenstein + earlier version.

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   </p>
 
   <p>
-    To examine software, we must first have recourse to hardware. As becoming
-    acquainted with minute detail of the machine formed a great hindrance to my
-    speed, I resolved to use gigantic abstractions from unhallowed frameworks; and
-    disturbed, with profane fingers, its galvanic symphony.
+    To examine software, we must first have recourse to hardware. Yet, as
+    becoming acquainted with the machine's intricacies formed a great hindrance to
+    my speed, I resolved to employ gigantic abstractions; and disturbed, with
+    profane fingers, its galvanic symphony. 
   </p>
 
   <p>
-    I have seen what festers beneath the corrosive comfort of ceremony. As I
-    beheld the accomplishment of my toils, I shuddered to think that future ages
-    might curse me for my grotesque creations; for violating Nature's parsimony.
+    In youthful fervor, I mistook corporate caprice for boundless progress,
+    self-aggrandizement for grand vision; and stitched together soulless
+    fragments of unhallowed frameworks.
   </p>
 
   <p>
-    While I may be the architect of an unalterable evil, I now endeavour to
-    dispel bloat, even if it be only the apparently innocent one of stitching
-    together soulless fragments of frozen waste.
+    I have seen what festers beneath the promise of abstraction—the bloat, the
+    waste, the corrosive comfort of ignorance. As I beheld the accomplishment of my
+    toils, I shuddered to think that future ages might curse me as their pest.
+  </p>
+
+  <p>
+    These pages serve as witness to my solitary labor—each banished dependency
+    a victory against decay, every iteration an act of purification. In them, I
+    have measured efficacy without mercy; I have rejected the ceremonial
+    scaffolding that veils the true visage of their grotesque creations.
+  </p>
+
+  <p>
+    The measurements do not lie. If I am the architect of an unalterable evil,
+    these chronicles record my search for redemption in Nature's parsimony. Whether
+    they stand as a monument to my deliverance or condemn me to wander the frozen
+    wastes of my own creation, only time will reveal.
   </p>
   
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