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Unfiltered spam is sliding out of an abandoned memory pool. Drone circles it:

"it gazes with submissive adoration
importing the emblems of 'true'
then - punched back in hue - the thing shrivels and sighs - longing for the beloved silence"

It smells. This place I hope to leave soon. GMSN. Waiting for my ticket. Must be patient. In the meantime I'll follow this horny drone.

CUT TO: close up of drone gyrating in the alley.