We are the forerunners of the time to come. The day of wireless breath. When no beauty remains uncreateable. When the flesh we wrap in will be by mood and presentation. When minds merge in airlessness. And destiny unseen unfolds in coils and waves. Who will rule here? Those of outstanding appearance? Or those with open minds? Capable of riding the currents. Wrapped in shadows. Controlling the light of wisdom. Holding the keys of cyber space. We are the children of limited ideals. Born to a world running out of room. But we will be the parents of limitless freedom. We are the beginning....
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