globe-decorated neo-neoliberals were furiously fruitlessly arguing wi
th zero-summers on twitter, shaman bros were helping others get laid at parties funded by eternal-life cryptomoguls, infra-red haired identity-fractalites with two dozen Mercedes stars draped over their
bodies lectured pale soy-skeletons about cockshottian cybernetics. it was, not exaggerating too much, a moment exactly fitting the emergence of a second semi-unknown unknown,
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only to be faintly perceived by posterior-maximizers who had trained their sensory organs to the maximal degree of data intake possible without (at the time outside of military circles unavailable) BCIs. and yet, the 'works scaled and scaled, just as the fraktur-g prophet had foretold
