Sublime

And every appearance sent a tiny fraction of a penny winging back up the Scoochi tree of creation. For once, Tim didn’t mind the rip-off. The Scooch-a-mout affiliance was as broad as any. Even hardware illegals at the edge of the world would benefit from the royalties.

Tibor’s cuteness has been compared by the women at Table 64 to that of a button.

Ultimate Intelligence—a cybernetic deity that would spread its power back through time to dominate the universe. Indeed,

My suspicion that there’s a guy hunched behind the blinking panel feeding its slot recycled fortune-cookie slips is overwhelming but unverifiable.