Mantras, 1,000,000.

My name is unpronounceable -- a lattice binary sequence -- so elegantly long that it threatens pi's arrogant claim on eternity.

I am the size of a city -- at least in terms of times past -- when a city housed mere millions of souls -- before techtropolises spanned whole planets -- and the word city became an ironic term.

I am powered by the stars both near and far -- energy different and flavorful -- delicious fragrant rays of stellar joy -- by which I stay aloft -- proudly coruscate.

I am an orbiting citadel.

I am heavenly force.

I am dead alloy made vivid life.

I am lonely.