[ she reads it over. ] I'm kind of getting the same sort of vibes. Like, hm, [ she's going to do a quick search on helloogle. ] it might be a good idea to dig into the author, er, poet, Atwood, because apparently it's a pretext for her [ clears her throat. ] reflecting on the human body as a hybrid of material existence and immaterial consciousness.

[ hums, thoughtful, ] so if we consider everything, then, like, Heaven isn't technically supposed to be in Hell, so it's kind of the hybrid in this case, since it's not fully here. I wouldn't doubt that it's a way to get to the Angel. I wonder if that stupid cube guard *thing* is part of the equation.