When anything mechanical fails to work,
our decision (after exhausting fanciful but futile means)
will be (by default) to shut down the system and restart it.
No one knows quite why this tends (inexplicably) to work
on almost every single device in almost every (otherwise) hopeless situation
but our not knowing doesn't change the fact that it works.
For inanimate, insentient things this is simply called "rebooting";
in the case of humans, it is called Resurrection,
but sadly, this is seldom tried and may only work in (very) isolated cases
(one about which I have only heard glittering rumors),
and when it does, it only repairs, purifies and perfects one soul
out of so many malfunctioning ones.
It is a damnable shame that one of us cannot reboot all of society in this way,
but it would first require a genocide of unfathomable proportions --
and (just as lamentably) it (a world of imperfect and tortured souls)
might not actually work.
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