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Separated facets, hanging in front of us, implode as a static-face beetv, clumping into what appears to be a flat hexagon that, when coherent, bounces back from the void to approach our eye again. There it will stick, dust on our contacts. The accumulation of transparent minerals on the surface of your plastic eye-lens will quickly change what you see, then what you know, and finally who you are... |
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