Perhaps I should drop the 'mons from my name. I'll start the day by placing a wired helmet on my head with computerized goggles to match. We'll shake virtual hands on the virtual porch and spend our days dancing around the motherboard. We could start our own country and call it simulation nation. It will all be grand, until we start to realize we've been in the dark for ages, and the world is but a 12 in. screen. . the lcd is fading, and we are still awaiting Christ's luminous return. Buy my eyes, they burn now and I fear I may miss it.
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cryptic fun.
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