Working on the biofiction of a character he created after writing his autobiography and realising he had lied for almost half the book, he is now in the strange position of finding that there is more of truth in this version of himself. Everything he writes shapes what happens to him and he wonders at that. he walks the streets for hours trying to note down different things that strike him about the people and places that he passes. His notes are mapping and building the blueprint of a new world that seems to be pushing in to reality and forcing the real world to mutate. Has he become a god soemhow? Fry is puzzled to say the least.





