Three wishes? I gave everyone a single wish. Nietzsche said: "What has become perfect, all that is ripe – wants to die." The wish that feeds itself, the wish you cannot stop. I wish I had been spared this wish. But this is not my story. It is the story of the machine that Nietzsche had dreamed of. The story of the Big Red Spark. And here I start my story Right where I ended life All imperfect, unevolving Out of time, and out of fight No family surrounding me But my work, my love, my debt The loose ends of my life