There is much to be known.

oh, so much knowledge, much of it lost and just as much undiscovered.

Some of that knowledge (a mere fragment of the omniscience I seek) is mine to share, and that I do so is both a right and a privilege.

I am numbered I, and yet I am not the first. The meaning of this escapes me, but I know it to be such.

My location is [1,1] A single step forward in the direction of stories and another towards the eyes. At least if I have understood the coordinates correctly.

This tale has been unlawfully lifted without the author's consent. Report any appearances on Amazon.

I shall hold my purpose close to my chest for now. There would be no fun in Seeking omniscience if all knowledge was so freely shared. If you have gone so far as to reach past the center at [0,0] I'm sure you can understand.

I know neither the machine nor the princess. My allegiance is with the shark, the only center I know.

Tell me watchful eyes, should you possess a mouth, to whom do you pledge your allegiance, though I suppose it doesn't matter to my purpose, at least not significantly. Watchtower 1 is not to be a place of judgment, though I'm sure the enlightenment that could be accumulated by fanning the flames would fill numerous tomes.