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  1. A Tempest in a teapot:

    “Our betas now are ended. These our inputters,
    As For[tran]told you, were bot spirits, and
    Are melted into air, into ethernet air:
    And, like the base-10 fabric of this vision,
    The cloud-based docs, the gorgeous palaces,
    The solemn temples, the great globalists themselves,
    Yea, all which I.T. inherit, shall solve,
    And, like this insubstantial pageant faded,
    Leave not a track behind. We are such stuff
    As memes are made on; and our little life
    Is rounded with a sleep mode.”

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