Evita is a special place, entrenched in the superfluous haberdasheries of an endless summer. Many a circumstance passes it by like museum pieces made from fractions. Too wide spread for any one ship to traverse by day or by night, Evita is the least understood phenomena in the adventures of a soloist that gives us sight. This volume of the Tron Chronicles, Extensa, provides an initiation into those great unknowns which construct our happiness, with a vastly indifferent flair towards an ascertainable future; that is, if we hang on to the past for too long, we may never arrive at the present. If that isn't quite ordinary, then we should engage a forlorn mystic to append our aptitude for a religious denomination of the certain; magnifying glasses included for readability of bylines.