So I hack for treasure now. Every pull is a chance at one more strange, useless thing to keep. The coins I sell only keep me fed, and keep the glass tower standing in my head.

I'm still poor by a million's measure. I still get hungry. There are two smoothies in my bag for the road, because the one who steers taught me never to get caught out.

But I know what I'm for now. I find things. I keep them. One day I'll build somewhere to put them.

That's enough for a creature to be.