“My faithful companion has gone missing.
Today thus, I, Manqui Animaki, ninety or sixty six years old counting seven, I have nothing left to do than finally get down and do what I was meant to. Write about my creator, Reese’s adventures, as if I was him. After all the training we’ve been through I think I owe it to him, abandonment, quilt issues and all the runaways.

He would suffice to think and would have just enough to say «Music, architecture, writing and painting formed the key with which our existence was fabricated from certain artificial intelligence entities to help us realize our conceptual ideas.
At first, Ice Atan would help us obtain pace, harmony, melody, music debris. The orchestrator that generates the base. On top of it, we then could illustrate the «Autonomous Therapeutic Homeostatic Aquaponics Enclave»

I was, in a constant delay mode, born in the Great Cave of coastal Anima Key, exactly there, in the womb of the Great Cave, where once the Ancients hierographed the beginnings of the Anemaki Tribe. Destined to help Reese, the man who baptized me with the artwork of his books.

Alas, world changing events, forced me to flee with my mother away from memories towards a brand new future in his newly built habitat, the ”Homeostasis A.ΤΗ.Α.Η.Ε.”.

In a constant delay mode, I, the always young oldman, in my turn to create history, baptized Cho Kyon, to help me with the artwork.

Here, now on top of new blocks forming shiny gasps and a lake angrier than ever, I now have the time and the ideas to literature my first book «Cho of the Commons»”