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._________________________._________________________.
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/ /^\ \
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/ /^^\ ^^\ \^^\ \^^ \_/ /\ \
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/ /____\ ____\ \__\ \___ / \\/ /_/ /^^\ / \ /^^\ /^^\ /^^
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.___ \___ \___/ \ ___\ \__/\ / \ \__/ \__/ \ / \__/ \__
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_________________________________________________________________/
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It isn't yesterday, though it sometimes feels like it. It won't be
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tomorrow until there is no doubt. And today is just a way
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some times sometimes seem. You know how age makes no difference to
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some people? Weirdly enough Old Boby, the paranoid pooney, is like
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that. Maybe everybody is, from a certain angle. Uncertain angle...
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not sure. But he's just a big baby. Ancient wrinkled cute thing.
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Taxidermititis is one of my mean names for him. All the horses
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have means names from me. Grumpiness is something I like to give
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voice to. An aspect of my angel, one it took a good long time to
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recognise. As you go deeper into the Bounds the force becomes
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stronger, almost like a kind of tectonic pressure that even the
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trees are feeling. There's a HVHY ness that warinklez yooze up.
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What the fuck? Yeah, I forget sometimes, the ship is a weapon.
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All the halls, all the strings, the Bounds of it are echoing
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with barely absorbable battles. You drink my blood, it shines
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like the sun. You crack my head like a tinny and that is why
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my thoughts are fizzy. Don't be paranoid, brother pooney, be
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terrified: all mental problems are symptoms of thinking too small
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for which the only cure is proper madness
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which of course is no cure at all
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Too pure.
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Like the worry in the lines around the good beast's eye.
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The details that draw me in to its horizontal pupil.
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A worry so pure it reassures me. A beastly kindness,
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like how a dim star can make a wilderness look strokable.
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As if an entire landscape was just a place to have a little
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lie down. To flop like a still warm glove
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partially obscuring a star map
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the driver won't need to check because
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/ \ / \
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/ . \
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( ( o ) )
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\ . /
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\ / \ /
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. .
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/ \ O / \
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| . |
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\_/ \_/
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Here we are, Care Home Earth, mid-afternoon, late 23rd century
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Ambient techno floats softly from the speaker pillows while
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gentle sensory distractions run up and down the walls.
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Old greybeard sits up in bed with a paint-by-numbers jaguar
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spread before him like a psychedelic accident, as HCA Eugene
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stands in front of the mirror mixing thickening agent into
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the afternoon beverage. He stares at himself while the spoon
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circles slowly in the plastic mug. He is a very fine specimen.
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Bright green eyes with perfect golden skin. Skin flecked with
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pearlescent symmetrical freckles, each a beauty spot placed
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with great precision like marble sculptures in a grand garden.
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Every spot a sign of the boldness of his line and the expertise
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of his family's highly sought-after designer.
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His freckles are intended to be a representation of the Butter-
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fly Constellation, something few have ever seen. He has been
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told that if he works hard and studies diligently, one night
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he will look up at the stars and see right through them.
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The great simulation will become entirely transparent to him
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as his noiseless genetic information mirrors the universe's
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wonderous clockwork and the cosmic chimes ring.
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And so here he is, doing his supernational service,
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wiping the wrinkly bum of another half-forgotten content
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creator, making sure enough balanced nutrition gets past
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the stubborn pout of those ungrateful old lips.
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"Sir, your herbal tea is now at optimum temperature."
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"Tell it to your mother, glowstick"
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Eugene walks over to the bed, puts the double-handled mug in the
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old man's hands, and takes a seat.
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"The first of our ships are almost ready to sail, exciting isn't
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it? A new chapter for the human race! We are finally getting off
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this rock!"
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"Ah yes, the great computer game. I won't believe it even when I
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see it."
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"Sorry sir, but if we'd listened to your lot, we'd still be
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pottering around in the garden instead of making for the stars."
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"The stars my arse. The only light that makes a difference
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is the one behind your eyes."
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"Of course you are free to imagine whatever you like."
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"Free? Imagine? Whatever you say, pixel face. I have to say,
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I'm finding you even less convincing than usual today."
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"I don't see why you have to be so disagreeable, when both
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of us agree that basically none of this is real."
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"If none of this was real, what would there be to being
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agreeable about? You have absolutely no idea what you are
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saying."
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"What I am saying is in complete accordance with the latest
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scientific research."
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"In other words there isn't an original idea in your head."
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"Please sir, if you could finish your tea for me, I do have
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other patients to be seeing to."
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"Tip it down the sink, Eugene, I'll see you on the other side
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of the plug hole."
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Eugene is surprised by a notification at the edge of his
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blinkers. Total eclipse is imminent and he is being instructed
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to prepare to go widescreen. He has never received such an odd
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command but he understands it intuitively. The old man throws
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back the covers and heads for the window. It slides to one side
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and he leaps into the garden while Eugene casts his blinkers
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to the floor. The old man looks back with a wild smile
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as the moon begins to roll across the path of the sun.
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Blackout is coming. The Universal Mythos is being regenerated.
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You understand the protocol. The principle. Your tongue throbs
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with an untranslatable wisdom and you hurl your nonsense
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at the darkening sky. It is cosmic, and it is anarchy!
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^
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o
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* . . *
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. .
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O
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0Leaps And Bounds - penultimate, um /Leaps And Bounds/thunderstandin.txt
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0telitru - notci xi so /telitru/009.txt
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0W3bK3rN3l Radio - wbknl-000024 /W3bK3rN3l Radio/wbknl-000024.txt
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0Interzone - Captains Log Stardate 1433.094.1245 /Interzone/CaptainsLogStarDate1433.094.1245.txt
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0Interzone - The Planned Attack /Interzone/ThePlannedAttack.txt
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.i ga'inai mi faxycpe .i le mi prula'i se benji cu na gendra .i ga'inai mi
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puzi na kanro .ije ma'a djuno le du'u ro selzgaka'erfau ku sutra kaicne
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ni'o le trukamni cu ve cnino cteki fi ro se vecnu
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.i le nu laltadni cu cumki ji'e le nu sampu sisku seni'i le nu mi laltadni
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le nejni flecu .i lei pu datni cu se lanli
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.i le te lanli cu na kargu .i za'u mai le zvati tutci ba zi se pilno fi le
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nu mi tadni le nu kesfange tavla
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.i .e'u do morji ledu'u le re kesfange cecmu pu na'e kakne le nu tavla kei
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kei .e le du'u mi'o na jimpe
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.i mi co'a pesti'i .i mi'o pu catlu pe'a le te tcidu .e nai le se tcidu .i
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mi'o pu'o ravycta pe'a
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