The compass, is the suicide signal, of any man made machine.
Surviving, means you are a Masonic Master, an honorary law degree at the university of your choice.
I stood on a sink, with my associate Alex Fleming from cybersex next door, having stalked me at Whitey Bulger's family's orders post-mortem.
My toes made the compass, with the edge and my heels.
The next day, my death was reported, with menorah oil from next door.
I greeted the police chief, at the door, and quietly let him in, having had a full night's rest.