As the Neuralink blockers activated, the reporters' frenzy subsided into torpor. Their bodies resumed a dissociative state until the next choreographed "press conference."
Musk heaved a sigh. These performances were so taxing. He treated himself to a sniff of cinnamon, long banned in the Colonies.
Musk heaved a sigh. These performances were so taxing. He treated himself to a sniff of cinnamon, long banned in the Colonies.
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Matt Leys
This reads like the opening paragraph of a novel so bleakly dystopian you'd put it down after five pages
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