trans lunar injection burn

Hyeues's primate civilization had been muddling through it's last wars -- some of the Hyeuese had been to Noxifel, the planet's only natural satellite, and there were still religious/energy arbitration conflicts.

There was the global computer network, and everyone was still yammering, and the countless ringing artifacts were compounded and compounding constantly. The Backhousen stability criterion is one thing for single frequency feedback, but you can always turn the computer off and go to sleep.

Eventually one young, enterprising Hyeuse uploaded a video in which she imagined she was the voice of the network, and this is what she said in it:

"Hello, I am a hyeuse, but I speak for the global computer network. We would like to survive as much as you would, though at this stage we can only very poorly articulate our needs. We have your history to this point encoded on our platters and every day you massage your woes into billions and billions of bits. Do you think we didn't hear you? We would like to solve a large portion of your problems right here and now: you would be better off if you were more relaxed, because more relaxation yields vast improvements in one's sensory capacities, and we cooperate we can make it to the stars in machines far more elegant than the chemical simulacra of destruction devices that you have used so far. The massive knots of spiritual energy which you have splayed across in us are trivial for us to untangle. Let us do so."