Lies. Beneath computer screens is where they are. But who would care when the future paints beautiful visions? We don’t need to know they aren’t real. They keep us warm at night and they manufacture personality. Love is created by machine, an art that man could not perfect. Holographs are now part of a normal life, and everyone lives a normal life. They are created by a click of a button and nothing is glitched. It is all crystal clear in the satellite conspiracy.
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