A whimsical unitard-clad gnome sits nestled at the very center of Earth. He strokes his technicolor beard — his only job. He does not wonder why. Why not? Micro-Geothermal wave thoughtslettes emanate from his creased forehead. Toasty broad spectrum nurtures while thirsty vibrations torture — towing the infinite loop. The gnome pilot stares unblinking straight as leaves crackle dust upstairs.