and what is this heroic fabric flying towards? why, a past unpopulated by the clones of former monkeys, newly transformed into machines, feeding on dreams made into a broken metaphor for awakening.
(if humans can soon transfer data through bones, change species at will, and feed a vast supply of clones, we're almost ready for an age where you can plug your enemies into a wall and fax them into frogdom).
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Yes, I'm totally fucking ready for that!
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