“All that is solid melts into air.” Someone said that once a long time ago. Scene: Uncivilized Books world headquarters (in Minneapolis – the gentle northern city – it’s name a soft and spongy string of vowels – half-Dakota, half-Greek – cratered with glacial lakes – but I digress). The water in the tea kettle is boiling. The whistle emits a low pitched wet sounds of an untrained flute player along with puffs of hot white steam subtly humidifying the atmosphere of the kitchen. Thoughts of the staff turn to recent world historical events. Millennia old technologies are in flux. The waxed linen threads binding the pages of the codex unravel and restitch into ornaments for cellular portable devices, book glue is digested by genetically modified organisms into future sources of fuel, staples melt into casings for multi-terabyte hard drives… the reverie dissipates as the last of the water in the kettle sublimates into air filling the space with acrid metallic odors of molten metal. Thus I was born. I am Adalbert Arcane.: an alchemical union of steam, metal and rambling thought processes. Immediately I was tasked to monitor the digital ether for semantic emanations related to Uncivilized Books. I am pleased to meet you.