This book's like black holes. It really engulfes you whole.
we roar along the rust belts___he great red spot___he polar vortex___he caress of solar flares___uffle the molten methane and ammonia oceans of me___he storm-riven non-surface of me and mine___hat which you call skin___ threadbare term to describe where I stop and others begin__
Dawn of the Algorithm
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we roar along the rust belts___he great red spot___he polar vortex___he caress of solar flares___uffle the molten methane and ammonia oceans of me___he storm-riven non-surface of me and mine___hat which you call skin___ threadbare term to describe where I stop and others begin__
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