“Back to the original reality we left somehow?” Amero said, hoping Yang really would leave him in this moment. Every second spent wasted talking about the Points and the damn machines was time he could be lapping up sunlight. But Amero admitted to himself that it was worse than just a mere loss of time; talking about such matters felt like the grating of steel on steel repeatedly echoing in the unreachable depths of his mind.

“We never left the original reality, Amero. We changed it. We reshaped our reality like a potter heating and reshaping a previously completed clay vase. I go now to the world outside the clay vase...to the world of the very intentions which guide the potter’s hands.”

Amero thought of Dave suddenly. “Outside the universe?”