I DO NOT THINK I AM ACTUALLY CAPABLE OF COMMUNICATING HOW MUCH I LOVE THIS WITHOUT EXPLODING. ASOGJOSOHJEOSJDOOSFD. INSTEAD, I WILL LAMELY COPY PASTE YOUR OWN WORDS AT YOU, ONLY BECAUSE IT WOULD BE CRASS TO TRY AND FIT THE ENTIRE FIC INTO A COMMENT BOX.
Dom straightens the hat, gathers his cane, Wildes his way out the door.
When you think about it this obsession with a society without technology seems almost inevitable: the more advanced the science, the more invisible, until some threshold was surpassed and the human race found itself in the realm of nostalgia and clockwork and the blindsight of privilege.
"An eyai owns itself," Tee thinks aloud. "An eyai, by extension, owns its code."
"Does an eyai own money?" Steph asks, and then answers herself: "I suppose it's only a matter of time."
For every want, something can be provided. Freedom for all, including the market.
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Dom straightens the hat, gathers his cane, Wildes his way out the door.
When you think about it this obsession with a society without technology seems almost inevitable: the more advanced the science, the more invisible, until some threshold was surpassed and the human race found itself in the realm of nostalgia and clockwork and the blindsight of privilege.
"An eyai owns itself," Tee thinks aloud. "An eyai, by extension, owns its code."
"Does an eyai own money?" Steph asks, and then answers herself: "I suppose it's only a matter of time."
For every want, something can be provided. Freedom for all, including the market.