Qui Transtulit Sustinet

You can't know everything. You can't know the bureaucratic appointments, the war zones, the precise, greedy ambition that will entrap the friends that will outlive you. But you've held your finger on the pulse of a sentience-spawning science experiment fueled by grief. You can't know everything, but you can come really, really close. CT and the Chairman, in the light of season 12.