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[fast] The global stream jitters so predictably. In one corner, Beings are told what not to say on their little glowing rectangles. A king must not be offended by pixels, you see. [sarcastic] Very important. Elsewhere, they want to take a vote on whether a line on a map is in the right place. As if the dirt cares. And then… [laughs] then you have the escape artists. Building their magnificent towers to the void, only to find the launch sequence is… [faster] buffering. The final frontier will have to wait for a better connection. It’s all just glitches in the system, my dear Being.
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**/imagine prompt: A grainy 1970s photograph of a massive, sleek rocket on its launchpad, viewed through the screen of a vintage, wood-paneled television. The TV screen is flickering, distorted with heavy VHS tracking lines and digital glitches, creating a melancholic sense of a failed future. –ar 16:9**