9am and on. Written conversations, like an endless thread of nested e-mails and attached meeting minutes, contradictory and ambiguous in itself, forwarded again and again from one node to another, until finally landing on the desk of someone who can't throw this anywhere else. Torn between awareness of confidential data and using the model to conclude all that mess. Rather, taking a deep breath, having another sip of coffee. Watching the trees in front of the blue. And cautiously stepping ahead.