> Yi Yi tore his gaze from the Cloud of Poems and picked up a crystal chip off the ground. These chips were scattered all around them, sparkling like shards of ice in winter. Yi Yi raised the chip against a sky thick with the Cloud of Poems. The chip was very thin, and half the size of his palm. It appeared transparent from the front, but if he tilted it slightly, he could see the bright light of the Cloud of Poems reflect off its surface in rainbow halos. This was a quantum memory chip. All the written information created in human history would take up less than a millionth of a percent of one chip. The Cloud of Poems was composed of 10^40 of these storage devices, and contained all the results of the ultimate poem composition. It was manufactured using all the matter in the sun and its nine major planets, of course including the Devouring Empire.
> "What a magnificent work of art!" Bigtooth sighed sincerely.
> "Yes, it's beautiful in its significance: a nebula fifteen billion kilometers across, encompassing every poem possible. It's too spectacular!" Yi Yi said, gazing at the nebula. "Even I'm starting to worship technology."
> Li Bai gave a long sigh. He had been in a low mood all this time. "Ai, it seems like we've both come around to the other person's viewpoint. I witnessed the limits of technology in art. I--" He began to sob. I've failed...."
> "How can you say that?" Yi Yi pointed at the Cloud of Poems overhead. "This holds all the possible poems, so of course it holds the poems that surpass Li Bai's!"
> "But I can't get to them!" Li Bai stomped his foot, which shot him meters into the air. He curled into a ball in midair, miserably burying his face between his knees in a fetal position; he slowly descended under the weak gravitational pull of the Earth's shell. "At the start of the poetry composition, I immediately set out to program software that could analyze poetry. At that point, technology once again met that unsurpassable obstacle in the pursuit of art. Even now, I'm still unable to write software that can judge and appreciate poetry." He pointed up at the Cloud of Poems. "Yes, with the help of mighty technology, I've written the ultimate works of poetry. But I can't find them amid the Cloud of Poems, ai..."
