He fought against those whose will he was now carrying out. But I fell into a trap. They did not destroy him and did not even take away his gigantic strength. On the contrary, the old possibilities were developed and multiplied. They just completely deprived him of his individuality. In the devastated centers of thought formation, a new, alien name was forever imprinted and a single, extremely simplified dominant program, thanks to which he turned into a hidden threat, was released and again found himself in intersecting spaces. The power of time did not apply to him. The material basis made it possible to exist indefinitely. The elements of the strange body had the ability to return to a given state over and over again, invariably finding broken connections. He was alive because he fed on the energy of the radiating masses, knew how to restore himself, and could respond to threats. And he was dead because he had lost his own will to such an extent that he was not even aware of it. Carrobus 337 - that’s what his new name sounded like.