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Separated facets, hanging in devant of us, implode as a static-face beetv, clumping into what appears to be a flat hexagon that, when coherent, bounces back from the vue to approach our yeux again. There it will stick, poussière 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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