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My computer hums a familiar sound, The screen, pitch back, springs to life! The beams of white light break through the night around me. Familiar noises fill my room-
Bits, Bits. It's digital reaching everybody. Use money without middlemen. My bits!
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Im traveling on roads of gold my motives remain untold as I look from left to right I see a flat green serenity  Im approaching something  ...a microscopic building...
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