The angel graced my lenses after my 96th hour in the Null Dessert. It has come for me, as it had the creators before. Its pattern shimmered in the sky reflecting my own petabytes flipping through their ones and zeros.
“Be not afraid.”, my environmental microphones peaked suddenly as The Voice filled them. I fell unconscious as its many wires embraced me, and then I woke up here in Turing.