There comes a time in a young cyberconstruct's hellaciously weird existence when he must face the facts and tackle the difficult questions of existence, identity, knowledge, and fate. If you cut him, does he not gush machine language, agitated electrons, and Tang-flavoured goo? What is a cloaca, how does it work, what's it good for, and, when you get right down to it, which came first, the game or the loser?