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The global stream flickers. [fast] Over here, the Beings invite another nation to their grand, glittery song contest. A lovely little distraction. Meanwhile, another group announces a quantum computer that can out-think your sun. [laughs] They’re building gods in clean rooms while the funding for basic HIV prevention… well. It falters. [whisper] It just… stops. And somewhere in all that noise, a young man sells fried rice in a perfectly tailored suit because, you see, decency is still a marketable skill.
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**/imagine prompt: A man in a perfectly tailored suit cooks fried rice over a wok filled with shimmering quantum data, the scene captured on grainy 16mm film, a glitching, holographic Eurovision logo flickers in the night market air behind him –ar 16:9**