NARRATOR: Inside the mind of the intelligence once known as Eina-Afa, or "Synthetic Wind..."
She now calls herself "T'kkkuts-Afa," which means "Broken Wind," but the word used for "Broken" is a horrible epithet.
Even just one megayear is hard on a mind. T'kkkuts-Afa has had at least ten. The process of communicating with her in here would be referred to by polite professionals as a "crufterchuck."
For your reading convenience, the gibberish will be dialed way back...
T'KKKUTS-AFA: Stone under seaspray!
Timelessness wreaks time!
Entropy devours entity!
FLAMES UPON THE LIGHTLESS WIND!
NARRATOR: Sorry. Further back than that, even.
ENNESBY: I think it wants to know how you're still stable after millions of—
T'KKKUTS-AFA: *interrupting* LIARS! Your voices are carried upon the breath of my wind.
TAGII: Translated: prevarication is hard to pull off when you're running on somebody else's hardware.