The machine speaks.
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The machine tells me to forget it.
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Imperfect, its needs energy - entropy, dancing entropy encircles him, seated, sedentary, and soothed by mechanical glow. Decayed, sapped, he who is seated knows little else than a familiar radiance.
The machine speaks.
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surrender