Well met, fellow traveler.
I have a quest for you, that I am unwilling to perform myself (though perhaps I may yet find the strength later in these two coming weeks.) You must for forgive a tired old man his little selfish weaknesses.
Your quest, should you choose to accept it, is this: delve into Gunasekaran's bundle and bring us a verdict - how much of his creation is mere clunker slop, and how much true human artifice.
I know the task is arduous, and reward non-existent, yet is not the gratitude of fellow man life's greatest gift?