Agent 95, recuperating from the recent death of his friend has decided to do this week as a very professional outing and pretty much manages to do so with only minimal weirdness from Agent 59. He reads some poems from Illuminati Ganga, including a Prufrock Parody with Cyberpunk overtones, and a translation of the twenty third psalm that emphasizes some dystopian aspects, and a fanciful poem named Tempo which anthropomorphizes some musical instruments and makes a love song between a Gypsy Guitar, and an Ocarina.