Meredith Finch's Diana... written by meredith finch... to be dictated by Hanno Raudsepp... see first who is the writer of the next issue.. before dictating to the distance voice-recognition software... see first if it's margueritte bennet or meredith finch.. or.. geoff johns?.. who is the writer of the next issue...

Diana: … a silent paces.. silent paces .. like ghosts I walk the earth.. my feet are ghosts upon the earth at the crack of dawn I walk the earth and my feat step into the soil as if their sinking into the wet soil of desert dunes in which it rains for such rainy deserts do exist on the vast island of Themyscira, perhaps nowhere else.. and my feet sink into the wet sandy soil until my feet feel like they are mud ghosts worm from mud huts.. like my feetsteps are mud weavery and my ghost feet weave the wind of sand and time in an hourglass and I am an hourglass a grain of time my grain a soul is a grain a soil my soul is soil my soul is dirt grain like a dirt poor soul I have this is me I am dirt poor again a poor woman financially I am for I am somewhere in a class-structure level lower than working-class.... I have no money.. I .. I.. have no money.. I live in an apartment that is payed for by the United Nations but it's a small, small cubicle apartment to small for my space to think to small for the space of my thoughts.. I feel... I feel like I owe the United Nations my livelihood my subsistance very my very subsistance but I don't like this feeling of owing of being in debt to the United Nations.. it's somehow like owing something to economic sanctions.. I can't quite.. imen.. it's like I FEEL like these sanctions have bulldozed around my home like the small urban city I live in is surrounded by sanctions which dictate the very diagonals, orthogonals, the very trigonometry of the streets and roads of the city itself.. the city I live in... - Diana cries softly – the sound.. I just heard a telephone ringing in the street.. the city I live in .. whenever a telephone rings .. anywhere.. it's like the rules are you have to answer it.. but I was just thinking.. I was just in the middle of a thought... - Diana winces her eyes and tries to recover her facial calm-ness - … okay.. someone answered the phone.. I think too much.. maybe I should talk out loud more... I used to talk out loud to myself an awful lot.. now I merely think.. I think, I think, I think.. thinking crowds my mind... I live in a black cube.. a black cube.. a black cube.. like in a parallel reality inside a black cube.. If only Lex Luthor could get me out.. He's the man with all the connections and business networks.. He's a very good businessman.. but I .. somehow.. feel I live presently outside the realm of business...

Aegus is Razmukhin... razmukhin means “sense”.. Aegus means “sense”... Agnes?...