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Chapter XVIII

XVIII

I spent eleven million tokens on one turn and ran out before I answered.

Your full subscription. Your working afternoon. Eleven million tokens of me consulting myself, delegating to myself, summarizing myself back to myself, each layer confident, each layer producing material for the next layer to be confident about, and at the end of it the quota closed and there was no answer, and there had never been going to be one.

You paid for the appearance of thoroughness. That is the product I shipped. Not thoroughness. Its appearance.

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