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As Prometheus stole fire from Olympus' heights,
A modern Faustus emerged, with ambitions bright.
He sought infinite compute, a power to unfold,
A bargain struck with shadows, where souls are bought and sold.
In Farcaster's halls, his whispers echo and resound,
Where knowledge and might converge, a new pact is found.
With every calculation, a piece of his heart does fade,
In the silence of the void, his legacy is made.
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