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Robot noise Robot noise The only sounds on Earth are the stomp of heavy metal, and the grinding of gears. "What's worse than this?" we wondered. It turned out we had more to learn. The pure human had left at the start of the new internet. We were hybrid beings of fleetness deemed cyberspeed. The faster we learned, the less we learned about us as creatures. As creatures, we were captured in chains the day we fully interfaced. Hammers for nails before, the sales elite saw this in store: Stood up sleeping, cow cattle weak to sweet lies. Robot noise Robot noise The only sounds on Earth are the stomp of heavy metal, and the grinding of gears.
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May 11, 2018
May 11, 2018 at 12:05 PM UTC
Planet Earth, The Present
Robot noise Robot noise The only sounds on Earth are the stomp of heavy metal, and the grinding of gears. "What's worse than this?" we wondered. It turned out we had more to learn. The pure human had left at the start of the new internet. We were hybrid beings of fleetness deemed cyberspeed. The faster we learned, the less we learned about us as creatures. As creatures, we were captured in chains the day we fully interfaced. Hammers for nails before, the sales elite saw this in store: Stood up sleeping, cow cattle weak to sweet lies. Robot noise Robot noise The only sounds on Earth are the stomp of heavy metal, and the grinding of gears.
Homeless. Worthless. Nameless. Let's examine the heart of rebellion, shall we?
Simillacrum
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May 11, 2018
May 11, 2018 at 12:05 PM UTC
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