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A Little-known Truth: Every Aspect Of The World Is Fundamentally Unpredictable. Computer Scientists Have Long Since Proved This.

It's Soothing To Realize That My Mind's Processes Are Inherently Uncontrollable.

Think Of A Field Of Daisies: They Bloom, They Wither, And In The Spring They Grow Again. Who Wants To See The Same Stupid Daisy Year After Year, Especially With A Bunch Of Crappy Iron-lung-type Equipment Bolted To It?

For Me, The Best Thing About Cyberpunk Is That It Taught Me How To Enjoy Shopping Malls, Which Used To Terrify Me. Now I Just Pretend That The Whole Thing Is Two Miles Below The Moon’s Surface, And That Half The People’s Right-brains Have Been Eaten By Roboticized Steel Rats. And Suddenly It’s Interesting Again.

Our Bodies Are The Time Machine.