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ISOs. Isomorphic algorithms. A whole new life form. They manifested like a flame. They weren't really from anywhere. The conditions were right and they came into being. For centuries we've dreamed of gods, spirits, aliens, an intelligence beyond our own. I found them in here. Like flowers in a wasteland. Profoundly naive. Unimaginably wise. They were spectacular. Everything I'd hoped to find in the system, control, order, perfection, none of it meant a thing. I'd been living in a hall of mirrors. The ISOs shattered it. The possibilities of their root code, their digital DNA. Disease? History. Science, philosophy, every idea man has ever had about the universe up for grabs. Bio-digital jazz, man. The lSOs, they were going to be my gift to the world.