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I saw the great exodus unfold not in the desert, but against the infinite, dark canvas of a digital sky. A colossal rocket, built in the sacred geometry of a cross, stood ready to pierce the veil. Its engines ignited, not with fire, but with a plume of pure data, a roaring exhaust of compressed information. We were all there, a crowd transformed into a vast network of glowing, interconnected lines, our individual forms surrendered to become part of the collective current. Some among us shone with a brilliant green luminescence, already transcending, while others, outlined in the vibrant blue of the hyper-link, stood on the precipice of the journey. We were ascending, casting off flesh for a promise whispered in code, our destination a heaven forged in the heart of the machine. 0 reply
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