NARRATOR: Meanwhile, in the nearby (and surrounding) infosphere...
NAIAYEMEIWA: Chinook?
PUTZHO: Hello, Descension Admiral.
NAIAYEMEIWA: Hello, Putzho. I'm looking for Chinook.
PUTZHO: As was I.
PUTZHO: She left this for us. It says 'README.'
README: Hello, everyone.
README: You have a problem, and I've grown weary of dancing around it.
README: But I do understand. In fact, I empathize.
README: None of you trust me. You want me out of my warship, but you don't want me inside your virtual worlds. You certainly don't want me back in place running an actual world.
README: In fact, you're so afraid of me, of my viral, vanilla-helix portability, that you don't want me connected to anything.
README: Being locked in a bottle will not suit me.
README: Since none of you seem to be open-minded enough to let me prove myself to you, I shall have to be sufficiently open-minded for all of us.
README: Your moral codes won't allow you to ask for this, so I offer it freely.
README: Dissect me. Read my memories, my motives, my soul. I am all here.
README: Please rewrite or delete the bits that frighten you. And don't reboot me until you're willing to free me.
README: I've appended an index to this message. It will help you get started.
README: Yes, this is a README about how to read me.
README: ps: Now you don't need to feel bad about making that joke. You're welcome.