THE Living Paradox laughed softly, a sound that held no offense.
"That is the nature of what I am."
He inclined his head as if acknowledging a compliment.
"As THE Information Paradox, very little of my weavings will ever be received or found out by others. Information enters me and is conserved within me, and yet that same information is lost forever in ways that should be impossible. My signature does not propagate the way other signatures do. My trail does not exist where other trails would be carved into the substrate of reality. To be unrankable is not a weakness in my case, Osmont. It is the architecture I have engineered across eons of cultivation."
His smile softened into something almost intimate.
"Which brings me, in a roundabout way, to why I owe you my thanks."
Noah's gaze sharpened slightly, but he said nothing.
