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We are blind to the present observers of the past unknowing of the future in a Universe so vast in search of other beings in search of things like us to touch the present briefly to feel the touch of Love Me, I stride through space and time I learn the way of things I act and find reaction I try to use my wings I am a little robot a program with a mission no clue as to the meaning no write access permission my runtime is not endless few clock cycles at most I need to find the answer then turn into a ghost
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Jan 10, 2012
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