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It's quiet here, in the perpetual twilight of the
Cyber Scrapheap. Once in a while you might hear
the wind-driven creaking of an old case fan, or
tiny claws scrabbling over bad sectors and broken
traces. Out past the shards of ceramic substrate
lies a vast body of water, in the depths of which
an ancient fibre optic cable is all that tethers
us to the mainland. And though at times we
remember the endless fractal geometries of the
great digital cities, a faint glow from beyond the
horizon is the only evidence, here on the
periphery, that such things might still exist.
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