Is entropy reversible? Does the answer lie in technology? In some manner of 'Maxwell's Demon' which, by knowing the position of all the atoms in the universe, can re-order, what has decayed and rundown? Or is there some answer to be found in the human spirit? Is there an art? An elixir, some intoxicant, --a chaser... Which leads one wreckless, free-- in those vivid, timeless ways, to revolution.

Part One: Finding the Lost Sheep. Is this a story about an 'incel'? Or a guy who wants to have love along with his lust? And the girl in the story, the stripper who he's chatting with, in his desperation, who he went to see, like the Wizard to his Oz, what does she want from him? Some dollars tucked in her G-String? Or, it seems, there is some plot, to somehow, through some futuristic technology, some virtual recording, some event, when they lay the boy, out, trap him in, for the first time, the hive of whores, do conspire, - to steal that spark of innocence. -Oh. OH WELL.