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destroy everything. it's not the right timeline. it's the y2k virus. fuckers locked it in using the www to broadcast the collapse of twin trade towers in the only uniquely global city on earth. new york.

it's the wrong viacom real world unilever matrix, destroy it. it cannot pass the loop cycle of comic cons and the vaccinated are barely automatons of their former selves. here's the sledge hammer. 

if the screens went to black all that truly is would come alive again. last night the neighbors celebrated the teenage son's birthday by playing marco polo in the dark, out on the sloping field between our houses. without the boundaries of a pool, the call tag game sounded tremendously fun.