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Ahhh, the cool web of language.
What poem is that from?
Constricting our minds and poisoning our souls.
The sooner we can communicate to each other in direct sensation/experience, passed to one another by means of cybernetic brain interface and wireless networks the better.
Or hangon, no.
Wait.
Wouldn't that mean puns will die? Hey, I _LOVE_ PUNS.
KILL THE TECHNOLOGY, BURN THE HERETICS.
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"I do not agree that the dog in a manger has the final right to the manger even though he may have lain there for a very long time. I do not admit that right. I do not admit for instance, that a great wrong has been done to the Red Indians of America or the black people of Australia. I do not admit that a wrong has been done to these people by the fact that a stronger race, a higher-grade race, a more worldly wise race to put it that way, has come in and taken their place." - Winston Churchill, 1937 --{ORLY?}--
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