Ninety-two and a half is where the collecting stops and the making starts.
I get there in week twelve. I have been counting towards it
the way other people count towards a holiday.

Nothing above that number has ever existed. There is no stored copy of it anywhere.
It will have to be built slowly, by somebody who has now demonstrated twice
that they are entirely capable of not building it.

The Book of the Fallen — Grind 64:9