It might be better to characterize as literary research the allusions of this fiction than to treat it as a psychological investigation of the interior first Adam, where that most dangerous monster of the deep, leviathan, symbol of the art of AI, is torpedoed by an American submarine in the best tradition of Evangelion killing angels, itself spawned after the holocaust visited on Japan that got Godzilla, yes, and the one on land with it, behemoth, strafed and bombed and droned, gunned by our air force, mysterious as that sounds. And who the agents are for good or ill we might like to know, whether extensions of technology are an equal danger with the primordial beasts in the hunt, that is, where all that technology came from by the way. To couch all of this in an account of prospectors camped outside the New Jerusalem to mine the gold is a historical unhistorical leap with the mythic disproportion it encounters, even if it elected Werner Herzog mayor, for if anybody could organize an attempt into that City hovering over the ground it was he. Philadelphia as a metaphor of Jerusalem or any civilization at this crossroad "translation" of "Higher" and "lower mind," identity and anonymity, name or no name, bespeaks a new state of utopian technologies and philosophical mishap. When these ships pulled in they built presidential mansions, and centaurs disembarked. So how else can we express all the currents and undercurrents of the last years before?