the would-be posthuman had about four hours sleep last night because there was a mouse in his room and at least three times IN HIS BED as he was going to sleep — and not just any mouse. it was a supermouse, an übermouse from a different dimension, completely unafraid and capable of the most astonishing acrobatics and determined to explore every square millimeter of the bedroom and very interested in the human. one of the mouse's superpowers was climbing on surfaces that an ordinary mouse would find completely impossible, like powerleads, and bookcases, and then falling off with a thud onto the ground and being completely unharmed. this morning it is quiet on all fronts and there is no evidence of the mouse anywhere eg droppings. it is quite possible it was a vision, like the way some people see the virgin mary, the ultimate test of the super/ego.