'Ladies and Gentlemen, I give you the Rhizome' said the man. The curtains opened and the audience gasped. A sense of fear and dread filled the room and the tall, ashen man retreated. The rhizome stood on the stage, powerful and omnipresent, tenticles twitched and flailed simultaneously. The first few rows of the audience were sslowly getting covered in rhizome goo. The rhizome opened her mouth to speak and a slow whine came out of all of her mouthes as she growled: 'I am region, I am network, I am institution, I am fire.' The rhizome stopped and a tentacle flew back to the furthest row in the audience where....