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Throughout All Generations

When Acacia-Confusa moves, she pictures a composite holograph of thousands of Mins performing an identical gesture.
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Knowing One’s Place

I have nothing to contribute to this civilization. People like me should be allowed to opt out.
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Adversarial Learning

We are locked in this machine, together and alone, breathing temporary agency into humanity's petrified corpse.