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It is a fabulous piece of sentient architecture by a radical anti-capitalist.
It moves stealthily around the city by night, squeezing itself into vacant lots all over the East End. This explains why I can see it wherever I go around my southern stomping grounds and it's never quite where it was the last time.
Its internal thermal sensors monitor how high the occupancy is and, when it contains a critical mass of businesspeople armed with palmtops, it will blast off into orbit, controls set for the heart of the sun. |
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