This story never explicitly tells you what a processor does, precisely, nor what the task of the processor is meant to culminate in. Nor what a "fauxtom" is, what it contributes in the construction of the processor's vision; nor how Burnsbury lost his arm, and what that might say about how dangerous the process is. Not one of these details is necessary, not exactly. But this all has something to do with creating worlds, each time creating a better, more refined world than the last, on the journey to ultimately creating a better version of the old world we share together. The importance of the message seems clear enough, even if the fine details are never defined.
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