It was a free radical, a wild space, a floating jungle. Men knew of its existence, it lay somewhere between the vast collection of meticulously mapped territories. No tracking mechanism was installed in it; it drifted constantly, somewhere in the tropic of Capricorn. It was both known and unknown, science and speculation, the first constituent of a drifting archipelago. Its structure was like a submerged tower, like a twisted reflection of Babel. Men build it not to reach god, but to retreat onto themselves.