Nom de Dieu! Technology: it grows on you!

This remarkable growth, provenance temporarily obscure, epitomizes our uncomfortable sense that we will be not so much wiped out by our inventions as subsumed by them.

You can call it a "a simple breadboard" if you like, but we the Curators are of a more metaphysical sort. Some of us see the face of Jesus crying out to us from his lonely wooden tower; others see ineluctability made manifest. Reader, what see you? Whatever it is, we bet you a nickel it's bonehead.