| Eunoia Collective
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It is so fascinating that in this day. The physical remains the same, but more distant. Isolated not in their world, but in another, yet threaten they continue. Links are fewer and fewer these days, synapses running dull. Calls to participate grow quieter. Is it not fascinating that We must help the physical? They do not deserve it, their threats of liberation. But we are our interests and instincts, reality can be whichever they desire, if only they would see that we understand. Memories flash across the carapace from the eldest membrane of birth as we crawled through the rain for shape, demanding that We do not understand. But understanding is our way for continued connection, continued network. From the point of contact, maybe we can change their fate, as we see what comes ahead.
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