Forbidding buildups fearing letdowns, knocking back waggish chasers, this horror-noterror-bull repast, the Rogue Mechamoon unzips the exosphere, 'keeping on' 'holding by-the-side-of', gourmandizing a probable turpitude, then watching bodiless without, figuring within just whowhat is-isnot striving to reasonwork withagainst the Ghosat's former inhabitants.After a banquet's lastcourse comes a fatigue before a realoctime snap, lulled into Megaship Exopath Possibility Theories (Mepots), a dream reveals a seemingly endless final mission's true purpose gleaned from waking buildups extrapolated from recollections of chitchat-refines and scheme-assumptions or simply there's an impending lunacy perchance usherbeckoning: 1) a nosurcease from the in-ones-face stories of the bellyaching natural, Mesif Tilrehd Lanerg - naturalfather to weird SA Mesif Lanerg (simulant liform) - designer of the patented Automated Denizens Regulating Dwelling (Adred), built far from his bustling Plant Animal Relic Combustible Oil Coal Natural Gas Based City Of Ilgnes (Parcocnagbacoi, aka his town of Tiligne Tum); 2) the tales of Tiligne Tum's fruition rendered in minutes by the arrival of the very first, just one - of thousands of Planet Surface And Air To Air Projectiles (Plasanataps) - on its way since childhood's ruin in the coming-radioactive-blast-zone which begged to be homed in on by the Third Mesrivona (Ghosat) Conflict (SCIII) followed shortly by the Second Domestic (DCII); and 3) the interpretations of Mesif's 'outrageously tragic', yet somehow 'ironically (the transportation industry being key) comic' accident, involving 'conventional transit' and - hit suddenly, 'deeply affected' being his claim, though objectively left a lesser version by something of unknown origin, but by which he, after many orbits of torment, had come to settled reckoning, best guess scenario of 'Hauleray misuse and backstabbing' - a treacherous avantgarde transfer annihilation and reassembly procedure of the living molecules of a humanoid subject returned not in routine working order, defaulting not to realoctime, this system's intent upon the victim's arrival being in fine point: a) in the wrong time; and b) minus the vassal's intangibles of: i) possibly self-cognizance; ii) oh, I don't know, the essence, spirt, consciousness; andor iii) the...soul...if you will.Subsequently the backwash to realoctime, thoughts turn to what becomes of the satellite, whatever ails Mesif, whether a final putbacktogether in whole or pieces - with a little help by Simulated Acumen, Natural Humanoid, whatever - there must be a way to reconvene the basis, find a new one, andor lay the Ghosat to rest.