Arlow loses his balance. The translation system in him splashes all kinds of strange sounds and symbols over his thoughts.

One image sticks more than the others. A large dripping graffiti image.

"Random Life Rulz!"

Arlow steadies himself with a helpful arm of the elLan that was explaining. She takes a smooth breath and tells him in English.

"That One. They always make a statement at the end of an Mutli-Verse Age. A very high achieving soul. Who wants nothing more than to enjoy the Multi-Verse. To get out of the thinking that an accomplishment here is purposeful. That loving and experiencing ought to be the only purpose in living.

Fixated, if you ask me. To always end your life at the crossover point, just as reality restarts.

Oh. I am sorry Arlow. You expression tells me.. I did not really finish telling you. In making here, it is easy to forget that some people do not know.

We are all here waiting to cross physically. To enter into the next Age. It is a rare attainment."

Her body language is composed, but she also smiles as she looks forward.

Her face composes again, and she lowers to one knee before me. Putting a hand atop my head like an adult with a child.

"It is a rare attainment, Arlow. You will not find many humans in the next age. But if you keep a clear thought at transition boundary, the population assignment matrix may give you newborn humans to have a family with.

Keep that in mind. As you walk the crossover path. A nice future is assured, if you keep focus."

The elLans composure tells me her encouragement is laced with hope. This 'crossover path' requires something.