On the Edge of Eureka

To be a utopia, one must eliminate the wrong.

To eliminate the wrong makes a dystopia.

Eleutheria is a paradox.

Dalia is at the pinnacle of human evolution. In a world where entire populations can be subdued with the touch of a button, she holds the key to destroying the planet- or saving it. Leading a double life, she's the picture of a perfect leader- and a perfect rebel. But when her childhood best friend joins a dangerous movement that goes against everything Dalia stands for, it all goes south.

Warring political parties demand change for all the wrong reasons. A planetwide revolt ends in tragedy. And life from beyond the solar system slowly inches closer, but their intentions are unknown and they themselves are dangerous.

Dalia finds herself running with people she'd never thought she'd meet, shooting down people she'd never thought she'd hate, and fighting against a city she thought she'd always love- and in the end, it might not even matter.


20. Quae Periit

"What do you mean, you can't find them?" Dalia asked. "I thought this technology was-"

"It is imperfect," Cadé said. "Thus, the high level of... commotion is causing quite a disruption in detection of the individuals we seek."

"You're looking for a needle in a haystack," she sighed, "aren't you?"

"What is a haystack?"

"Nothing." You're an idiot, Acidalia, she thought. Trusting these people with the lives of these girls- she was grasping at straws, searching madly for a solution, where she knew there was none to be had.

Andromeda looked at her. "It'll be fine."

"You know it won't."

She sighed. "Fine. Be a pessimist, then."

"I'm being a realist. You and I both know how crazy this is, Andy."

"I apologize," Cadé said.

"It's not you," Dalia assured. "I'm not angry at you- I'm angry at myself. This is all my fault. I'm a Cipher. I was supposed to fix this."

"What does a Cipher do?"
Andromeda cocked an eyebrow. It was the strangest feeling, listening to these people who had no concepts of the Eleutherian social order- no inkling of who was above who, no prejudices against different types of humans. The castes had been so ubiquitous, someone with no idea of them was unthinkable- even Martian hicks had an idea of basic rank. But not the Miramans.

Acidalia sighed again. "We program DNA."

"Then," Cadé said, "I do not understand how this translates into leadership."

"It's more than that," Dalia replied, shaking her head. "We're more than programmers or geneticists- you're thinking of people from caste Ciencia- Technologica or Biologica Genetica. Ciphers program people. Robots, automatons- do you have those on your world?"

Cadé looked almost insulted. "We have teleportation."

Rae put a violet hand on his blue shoulder. "Let her speak."

"Well," Dalia continued, "assuming they run the same way as Earth robots do, bits and bytes- that is, ones and zeroes-"

"Mathematical concepts are practically universal in advanced spacefaring civilizations," Cadé interrupted.

"Love," Raeilya warned.

"The on-off system of ones and zeroes tell the robots what to do, how to behave, and determines which functions they're capable of carrying out, correct?" Dalia asked. "Humans work the same way- and, evidently, so do you. You're more similar than us, actually, if what you told me before is correct. Humans run on a system of four bases rather than two- computers use ones and zeroes. Binary."

"As do we," Raeilya said, looking enraptured, as opposed to Cadé's bored, stony expression.

"And humans use four. Adenine, thymine, cytosine, and guanine. That's DNA. We're similar in that regard."

"You're comparing sentient life to computers," Cadé said flatly, with a peculiar look that may have suggested disbelief.

"The two overlap more than one would think," Acidalia replied.

"You'd think you'd know that if you know all this fancy teleportation stuff," Andromeda said, shrugging.

"Hush," Atlas hissed.

"Teleportation requires immense knowledge of the universe around us. Physics, astronomy, and the combination of the two. The Mira are the most advanced civilization when it comes to quantum theoretical astrophysics."

"Eleutheria likes to focus more on things that actually affect people," Andromeda snapped.

"And look where it got you," Cadé said cooly. "Your planet is afire. Your civilization is collapsing-"

"-which is why we're here to help," Rae interjected. "We help those in need."

"It's against the code of the Corps."

"The Corps will stand behind me, love," she replied, the love laced with sickly sweetness.

"Regardless," Acidalia said, "on the topics of humanity, sentient life, and computers: they are oftentimes one and the same. One can program a computer, and one can program a human being. I believe one could program a Miraman."

Cadé scoffed, but he let her keep talking.

"DNA stores data," she said. "In nature, it stores data of human behavior, of human appearance, and all traits that are given at birth. And, much like you could reprogram a computer, you can change that data. It's not difficult- it actually began before the pandemic. Scientists of antiquity put basic logic gates in cells; it's only advanced since. DNA is infinitely more sturdy than any other method of data storage to exist."

"How is that?" Cadé challenged.

"You can store data on anything," Dalia said. "But paper will tear, rocks will crumble; even hard drives and computers will eventually break down. You can store anything on a cloud- that is, a server further away from home- but even the cloud has a home, it's just another computer. DNA is different."


"For one, you can store incredibly massive amounts of information in small places." Dalia fished around in a pocket of her armour and drew out a small capsule the size of a pill. "This contains information about me and my family. Not only could you build an exact replica of me from this, but also an exact replica of my mother Alestra, and my sister Aleskynn. You also have access to all of my collective knowledge. That's three people's entire biological information and all of my knowledge- and it's built in a way that only a Cipher like me can operate it. It's stored in DNA strands- bacteria. And they multiply and create doubles incredibly quickly, fixing mistakes. Fixing corruption."

"That's incredible," Rae said. "You are light years ahead of us in the biotechnology aspect."

"Likewise," Dalia replied, smiling graciously, "you are leaps and bounds ahead of humanity in the physics aspect."
"I must admit," Cadé said begrudgingly, "this is quite fascinating."
"It's why we hold the power," Dalia said. "This ability to store and manipulate genetic information, to contain entire people's lives in something as small as a period, is one belonging solely to the Ciphers."

"Why?" Raeilya asked.

"As I mentioned before," Dalia said, "people see us as paragons, not people. People see us as better than them, and have for centuries- and the Ciphers have perpetuated that. It is a myth. People are starting to realize that. The organization we work for is dedicated the putting power in the hands of the majority; we recognize that no human being is inherently above one another. And there are people who seek the opposite- to tear Ciphers down, only to erect an identical order with themselves in my place. I will never stand for that."

"You are enlightened," Rae said. Her eyes suggested something Dalia found hard to place: a type of bittersweetness. 

"I try to be," she sighed, looking out at the city again. Somehow, she had always considered Eleutheria her responsibility, but never hers. As a child, her mother had held her over the balcony and pointed at the buildings just scraping the stars, the people far below them milling around in their busy, empty lives, and said, this city is yours, Acidalia. And Dalia had always felt uneasy claiming ownership of a place she had no part in creating. You are the elite, her mother had told her. You are the best, and you will inherit the Earth. It blared at her from every billboard featuring her face, from a toddler assuring the people of safety to an almost uncannily-beautiful, heavily-edited teenage visage assuring them of relatability, to a barely-adult sending a big sister message to a population of billions- and she'd never quite believed it. 

She was never the best. She wasn't perfect. And this proved it.

"Oh, Aleskynn," she whispered, "please be safe... please be on your way."


"Thank the stars!" Lyra said breathlessly. "Carina- oh, you're bleeding!"

"Hardly," she replied, wiping blood away from her nose. "I thought for sure I'd die out there." 

"Me too," Athena added. "Here, Rina, take a tissue or a bandage or something. You're dripping everywhere."

"I feel like a leaky faucet," she giggled, feeling oddly relieved. Here they were, in the middle of a riot, surrounded by shooting soldiers and police and screaming citizens, Artemis was dead, and she was laughing.

"My eyes sting," Athena complained. "I guess it's better than being blinded, though. God I'm thirsty. My mouth tastes like blood."

"Everything tastes like blood after a ketabomb attack," Lyra sighed. "Ace, how's it going out there?"

"Seems to be calming down a bit," he said. The crowd was slowly dissipating, leaving corpses scattered randomly throughout the streets. "We should be able to travel soon."

"I just want to go home," Carina said, still half-giggling and looking hysterical.

"You and me both, Ree," Athena replied.

"Ree, for Rina, for Carina," Lyra remarked. "You're good at nicknames."

"Eh, we used 'em a lot in the lab," she shrugged. "Scientist names are long. Like if you work in viruses, it'd be Ciencia Biologica Virii. And then you have people with double names, like Acidalia Planitia, I guess. So it gets long fast. I knew someone named Ametista Margarita e Seraphina Minora, Ciencia Quantistica Theorica Astrophysica. We called her Amé."

"Why not just Ametista?"

"Because when a name got popular, you'd get a million of them," she replied. "Gemstone names are everywhere. We had six Ametistas." She counted on her fingers. "Amé, Missie, Mista, Meti, Ameta, and just Ametista."

"I get what she's saying," Ace said. "We'd do the same thing, but with numbers it's harder, especially since they're so similar. Half my unit was usually AX like me or TB like Tee was."

Tee was not lost on Lyra, who looked down. Ace pulled her slightly closer to him.

"We made up our own names," he continued. "People called me Ace because, well, I was good at everything. Not really, but we were tech specialists- I liked what I did. I was okay at it- I was the ace. And then you had ones like TB or Zeroes or Eleven that just came from letters and numbers alone. Doesn't matter what, but there's something about having a real name that just feels nice, you know?"

"I get it," Lyra said. "You know that I don't really have a name?"

"What?" he asked. "Of course you have a name. Lyra, Cantator."

She shook her head. "Not really. I don't know who my mother was, so I have no idea what she actually named me. I didn't have a name until I was a few years old- there was an instrument I used to play, the lyre. People started calling me the lyre girl; eventually they nicknamed me Lyra and it stuck."

"Better to be unique without knowing your actual name than be one of a million Athenas," Athena shrugged. "I was the lucky one. The other two got called Theeny and Atha."

"Theeny?" Ace asked. "I'd jump out an airlock."

Lyra giggled and leaned against him. It was the strangest feeling, being stuck on the near-ground level of a rioting planet, and laughing like she was at a sleepover- like it was one of those nights when there were no customers and the girls would all just sit around and talk because there was nothing better to do. Only this time, there were riots and billions of dead and first contact, and her life actually meant something.

"We should go," she sighed, wiping blood off her face. "I put the target area in the geotracker in my helmet- let's all stay together this time, okay? All for one and one for all."

"Hey," Ace said, "that's a military saying. Where'd you pick that up?"

"Soldiers liked to hang out in the underground," she shrugged. "We're a team, right?"

"Right." Carina stood. "Let's do this- for Artemis."

"For the Revolution," Ace said.

"For our own lives, 'cause we'll be killed if we stay in one place too long," Athena added.

"And for Eleutheria," Lyra finished.


As a child, Carina had spent her days looking through telescopes five times her size, jotting down notes, looking at the night sky and musing on the brightness and the distance of the stars. They were infallible and unreachable, little dots of light far away somewhere in an endless darkness, visible only through machines and perhaps faintly through the radioactive clouds. Somehow, the prospect of life beyond the solar system seemed impossible, though she'd always had evidence to support it- years of life in Eleutheria had drilled into her mind that the Miramans were the only non-human form of life out there, and a long-past-their-prime civilization of empty threats at that. 

But now...

Carina had always been a woman of few words- life was easier that way. She avoided trouble if she didn't speak out. All of her opinions she kept ingrained solely in her mind- knowledge was the one thing they could never take away, and thoughts the one thing they could never police. They could try, with propaganda and fear-mongering, but there was no way to reprogram a mind- influence it via DNA manipulation, perhaps, but it brought back the endless debate of nature, nurture and how they affected a human life.

It was all too complex to conceive, beyond something she was capable of thinking of, so she sat quietly and didn't speak. She was so exhausted she wasn't even sure if she could talk coherently if she tried. The others would likely be better at it than she was, anyway- Athena was always more outgoing in the first place. Atlas kept a leash on those who asked limitless questions, though the Mira didn't seem to mind. Carina wanted to know everything just as much as the others, but didn't have the energy for it.

Her mind still reeled from the loss of Aleskynn. The giggling and hysteria had worn down, leaving an empty pit in her stomach. They'd known each other for years, but in hindsight, it wasn't what it had seemed- not now, not ever. She wished she'd realized it sooner. Leski never sought a true platonic relationship- well, maybe she did, but she was bad at going at it. It had always been a power imbalance, and Carina was stupid to think she'd ever have any actual say over Leski.

Still, she felt like she should have done something to stop her- tackled her, told someone, anything that would prevent her from leaving. There was no telling how much information she'd just given away and how much more danger the rebellion was in.

Stars, part of a rebellion. If someone had told her she'd join an uprising two weeks ago, she'd have laughed them out of the room. She'd never expected to be part of anything important- meek, quiet Rina, someone who would always stay small and out of the way. She'd definitely never expected to be meeting aliens and running around with Ciphers. 

Oh, gods, Dalia. 

She also didn't think she'd ever feel bad for someone stationed so far above her- she, like most, looked at the upper crusts with a sense of both reverence and hidden resentment, never pity. Usually envy. But if Aleskynn's turning made Carina this upset, she didn't want to imagine how it would make Acidalia feel. 

That was the first thing she'd asked them when she'd seen their small party: a quick "you okay?" followed immediately by "Where's Leski and Artemis?"
Ace had asked to talk to her privately. Neither had reappeared yet. 

Carina sighed and rubbed her temples. Lyra had been right- everything had still tasted of blood, and her vision was fuzzy and blurry, with incandescent spots of light bouncing from corner to corner of her sight and blobby floating cells all over her eyes. With her luck, she'd either need stem cells or electric cybernetics, neither of which she had access to right now. d

"Rina," Athena said from across the room, "you have to hear what they're saying. This is the coolest thing I've ever heard. Quantum mechanics!"
"Not right now," Carina sighed.

Athena rolled her eyes. "What are you, a Labora? I thought you were a scientist. This is fascinating. It answers so many questions-"

"All of those quantum things hurt my head."

"Quantum entanglement," Athena replied. "They're using quantum entanglement to teleport." She ignored her friend's protestations and scooted over anyway. "Do you know how old that theory is? Well, they're using it."


"They're using entanglement to send quantum information faster than the speed of light, only the information is matter itself."

Carina sat up and rubbed her eyes, though she knew it was fruitless. "That's impossible. You have to use classical information to do that, and it can only be used for quantum information anyhow-"

"The next time someone says 'quantum' or 'information,' I'm blowing my brains out," Andromeda declared. "Can be all stop debating the impossibility of something that's clearly possible?"

"It shouldn't be, though," Carina argued.

"It is, Ree. They've done it," Athena said. "To entire ships."

"How do you think we are here right now?" Cadé asked, in a tone that made her feel stupid. "Ordinary engines?"

"You can seriously teleport?"

"No, they just flew here on giant space wagons," Athena replied. "Yeah, they can teleport!"

"That is so badass," Andromeda said. "Dalia!"

Lyra cringed. "Maybe don't-"

But Dalia came running around the corner anyway, trailed by a slightly frightened looking Ace. "What?"

"Nothing," Lyra said.

Dalia adopted a stony expression, her eyes fixating firmly into a stare. Something had changed in her face, her gait- she looked not exactly angry, but commanding. It took Carina by surprise. They and Dalia had been speaking like ordinary people, comrades, even, for the past few days- but suddenly, this woman wasn't Dalia, Aquilifer, anymore. She was Acidalia Planitia, Cipher, the face that had appeared on neon-lit billboards, watching over her planet with a dominant, just barely slightly aggressive eye.

"Just talking about quantum entanglement," Carina said quietly.

Acidalia looked at the room, deep brown eyes sweeping around in one glance. Then, abruptly, she fidgeted in an almost uncomfortable way. "Why do you all look like you're scared of me all of the sudden?"

No one answered. Suddenly, Acidalia Planitia, Cipher was gone, and it was plain old Dalia again. The change was almost imperceptible, but somehow jarring at the same time.

"Listen," she said, "I know you're expecting me to be a weepy mess right now. That's a logical assumption, but an incorrect one. There is no time for tears right now. This has massive implications, and we need to start planning immediately."

"Sorry," Lyra said meekly.

Dalia softened. "Don't apologize. It's not you. Listen, I can't find my sister on my tracker. That means she's probably alive-"

"Really?" Athena asked. "Neat."

"-and being hidden by Loyalist cloaking tech," Dalia replied. 

"Oh," Athena said, sounding much less positive.

Atlas looked up. "That can cause massive problems!"

"Exactly," Dalia continued. "Listen to me. I need everyone to hear this." She looked at Raeilya and Cadé, who glanced at each other before turning their attention back to the woman in white. "The way the sibling system works is that, were an eldest sibling to die, the youngest can take on their caste and rank within a week if given the ability to do so by a member of the Platinum Castes."

Athena blinked. "I understood zero percent of that sentence."

"The platinum castes," Dalia explained, "are Cipher, Generalis and Dictatoria. The big three. That includes me- and that includes my mother. Let's assume my mother is still alive, because we have no reason to suspect otherwise."

"Right," Athena said. "So?"

"So," Dalia replied, "my mother can give Aleskynn my title- if she's willing to assume I'm dead, which she likely will. That gives Leski- and by extension, the rest of the Movement- access to the files I created."

"Wouldn't Alestra already have access to those files, though?" Andromeda asked. "Or am I missing something?"

"You are missing something," Dalia confirmed. "The problem is that, were Leski to be granted my title by my mother, she would near literally become me. All of the files I created would belong to Aleskynn, and not Acidalia. Those are files I created apart from my mother, which she cannot open because she is registered as a different human being with her own files. The system will not allow her to register herself as me, because she is Alestra, Cipher, and it would be downright stupid of her to try. However, the system will let her register Aleskynn as me, because as far as the system's concerned, a younger sister of a dead girl is just that dead person under a different name."

"So what you're saying is that Aleskynn could open every Revolutionary file you created?" Atlas asked. 

"Not exactly," Dalia said, "because I've encrypted everything a million times under a million different codes, but it would make the process much easier for Loyalist codebreakers."

"That's assuming Alestra would do that," Raeilya said. "Why would your own mother be willing to assume you are dead?"

"She's hardly my mother," Dalia spat. "She tried to kill me. It is due to the bravery of half the souls in this room that I am not dead or worse. Her plan from the beginning was to let my sister take my place- I am certain that, given the chance, she would absolutely pass everything I have to Leski."

"That's horrible," Rae replied. "On Mirama, that would be unthinkable."

"Humans operate differently," Cadé snorted.

Lyra glared at him. "My mother abandoned me on the streets to die. Look at me now. Do not apply our lineage to our heroism. It doesn't matter."

"She's right," Ace added. "Alestra is by no means all of humanity."

"In any case," Dalia continued, "if Alestra is alive, which she probably is, we are all in serious danger of having Revolutionary information compromised, and of having the Loyalists quickly gain more knowledge than us when it comes to the planet itself."

"What?" Lyra asked. "We have you on our side. Even if they get Aleskynn as a Cipher, we have a Cipher too."

"No," Dalia said. "If they make Aleskynn a Cipher, they're making her me under a different name. As far as the system is concerned, if Leski is me, Acidalia Planitia no longer exists. I wouldn't be ranked as a Cipher anymore, I would be ranked as a dead woman- an important dead woman, but still dead. That means I'd only have access to things I created, not databanks I didn't make myself.."

"Oh," Lyra replied, looking startled. "That would be bad."
"Bad is an understatement," Atlas said.

"Yeah," Andromeda added, "we're talking Loyalist takeover type bad."

"What is a solution to this?" Raeilya asked. "Surely, there must be some way to combat this movement."

"We kill Alestra," Athena stated firmly. "That would give us some time."

"No, it wouldn't," Lyra said. "Platinum castes. That means Generalises and Dictatorum, too. What about Cassiopeia- that's her name, right?"

Dalia nodded. "Cass is worrisome, but she isn't twenty yet. She's barely nineteen and her mother is dead- and I know Rhea e Amalthea Ana, Dictatoria, is dead. The other Dictatorum are on our side. You're right that she'd be something to worry about in the future, but she isn't a threat yet."

"Then Athena is right," Ace said, taking Lyra's hand. "We have to take down Alestra."

"That is the ideal solution," Dalia replied, "but I'm afraid it will be near-impossible. She's likely very heavily guarded. Any mission to kill her would be a suicide mission unless we use massive numbers of people- and we simply do not have those resources right now."

"What's the other option?" Andromeda asked. "Operation Murder Mom is sounding like the only one."

"I hate to say this," Dalia sighed, "but it looks like forced DNA mods are the best solution right now."

"No," Andromeda and Lyra said immediately.

"That's incredibly wrong," Lyra argued. "You said that yourself." She couldn't believe what she was saying herself- a lowly Cantator, contradicting a Cipher?- but continued anyway. "We can't subdue everyone."

"I don't mean everyone," Dalia clarified. "I mean Loyalism. We have access to their drinking supply, but only minimally- and I won't do any lasting damage. We just have to stop their forces for a while." Seeing Andromeda's apprehensive expression, she added, "I know, I know, but listen. We can use the central terminal to insert a large amount of some sort of sedative gene into the Loyalists' main water, and that disables their fighting forces for a few days at least."

"Why the central terminal?" Athena asked. "I thought you had DNA terminals all over the place."

"Those aren't capable of exporting such massive amounts of data in such a short time. The central terminal can- and there's another reason. I have all my files stored there."

"What do you mean?" Ace asked. "You have hard copies? How would that-"

"I have DNA copies," Dalia said. "The only DNA copies. Like I was telling Rae and Cadé before, data can be stored just as easily in DNA as it could on a hard drive, and most if not all of the documents I had were on a server, in the cloud- only instead of a normal server, it's all stored in tiny, inconspicuous petri dishes I could grab in a heartbeat."

"That is ideal!" Raeilya exclaimed. "Would it be feasible for you to approach the central terminal, however?"

"Well," Dalia replied, "we can't bring an army. However, we can bring a small strike team. We want to look inconspicuous, like every other rioting person on the planet."

"It's in Appalachia," Lyra added, "on the border of Terra, right? I mean, it's practically right near where I used to work- that's why we'd get high-profile people comparatively often."

"Then come with me," Dalia offered. "Stars know you're more street smart than I am."

Ace stepped up. "You'll need muscle; I'm your best guess."

"Hey," Andromeda asked, "what the hell am I?"

"You," Dalia said, "are a cyborg with two broken limbs you need to fix. And we need you on the inside, anyway. You know ground level well, and you have experience with Revolutionary tech. We need you to navigate."

"I'll help as much as I can," Athena offered.

"What can I do?" Carina asked.
Dalia thought for a minute. She doubted an astronomer would be useful, but knew saying as much would be unwise. "You can be a guy-in-the-chair, too- don't get me wrong, I love Andromeda and Athena, but they can be hotheaded." She smirked at Andromeda, who rolled her eyes good-naturedly. "And Cadé, Raeilya, do you have a fleet and an army?"
"Naturally," Cadé replied, looking almost offended.

"How soon can you get them here?"

"How many?"

"As many as you can?"

Raeilya sighed. "The negotiations would be a few days, but actual travel time-"

"-again, teleportation," Cadé finished for her. "It's a non-issue."

"Right," Dalia said. "We need your military to attack once the Loyalists are subdued enough to make this planet less insane. I'll have Arte- erm, Cassandra- call of our armies once the threat is mostly gone. You'll have rioters, but putting an end to the madness will be a lot easier. 

"Don't hurt anyone you don't have to," Lyra added quickly.

"Please," Dalia sighed. "We need an authoritative presence, not a harsh military force."

"We can accomplish that," Cadé said. "The Mira are not warmongers."

"Of course," Dalia replied. "Right. We get in, we grab the databases- rather, petri dishes- and we mod the water. Mods from the central terminal are quick-acting; the reason it exists is for situations like these- well, not exactly a civil war; more of an uprising of any sort against the Ciphers, which makes it ironic that a Cipher is using it to further the Revolution. Once the Movement's influence has calmed down, the planet won't be as wild, and your military can step in on behalf of the Revolution."

"Precisely," Rae said, with a perhaps-smile on her alien visage. Dalia fastened the cape of her armour and pulled her hair back, looking determined.

"Let's get this plan going," she commanded.

Ace smiled. "I've never seen you this fired up before."

"Well," Dalia said, "Ut det mihi in populum, et aliquid de soror."

Author's Note

Sorry this took so long, but this is almost twice as long as most chapters, so it took a while!

My Latin is probably not grammatically correct in the sense of how Latin is said today, but remember: this story is 3,000 years in the future. Language evolves, and it'd probably be completely different. Again, compare Beowulf to Modern English.

(It means "I would give anything for my sister and my people" according to most translators. Google says it means "in order to give for my people and sister," so at least they seem to agree that people and sister are both there. Latin is a hard language to translate to since so few speak it.)

Anyway, DNA storage is real! Not that advanced yet, of course, but here it is: 



And so is quantum teleportation. Like Carina said, literal Star Trek teleportation is impossible, but the concept of it is real! And the Miramans are just more advanced than us, after all. Sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic :)

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