Greetings,
I managed to cobble together a short chapter of Singular. Got my machine back with a death notice. The thing smells like burning plastic every time I turn it on. (the teck had to disconnect a bunch of components just to get it to boot up) However, I thought it worth the risk to at least give you all a short bit. One of my readers has promised me his old machine. Please grant him good thoughts for his promised kindness.
