One circle compresses and loosens all at once, and another. Another other expands outward and still another. Another, another.

First, though, the circles you watch are the ones moving with you, as one, set in motion by death and lost employers and migration. And the prophecy.

Buk Angel. Twenty-three years of hermetic encapsulation, temporal flux grade laminar shielding. Capacious cavities for heavy gauge coils throughout.

No trustworthy cup-holders.

The two monkeys have known that this machine can be used to transit time itself, and set about bringing it to life once again.

-Ike