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	Tonight it'll come.  It can't be stopped.  I have chosen to get on 
this rollercoaster and I have been carried to the top and it's begun.  In 
come the voices and the visitors and the molecular breakdowns, in comes 
the cursed introspection and the tiresome format.  I close my eyes and the 
light bleeds in from the corners.  It seems as if some headlights have just 
shown in my eyes, or a light has come on, so I open my eyes and there is 
nothing.  Still night sky.  But don't look too deep, or else I may lose 
control and leave for good.  It's not time to travel yet, it's not time.  So I 
close my eyes again and it seems as if a star has exploded.  I flinch my 
eyes open and once again - nothing - nothing but breeze that seems to 
whisper to me to let go, let go and enjoy the ride.  Giggling for a reason 
unspeakable I close my eyes and play with the lights that appear and dance 
before me in the darkness.  Pigmentated retinal distortion?  Something in 
my eye causing this perhaps?  NO, all attempts to analyze the cause brings 
me no explanation.  I feel like I should be afraid but I'm not whatsoever as 
I relax into the light show that swallows and swallows and swallows... 
with morning sun bringing me back to yet another dream here and now.
	They exist.  They are us.  Technology is our nature, our nature that 
will carry us into space, into micro-villages where we garden and doctor 
and reproduce and explore and expand and thrive.  We are on the way 
now.  Those that have reached such areas are there, in the sky.  Look 
closely and they will come.  Send out the signal and they will arrive, 
slowly but surely.  They are you and I, although their bodies have changed 
with their new surroundings.  No hair, skinnier physiques, expanded 
perception and psychic ability.  Eyes that open from all corners of the 
head.  It is you and I.  They like milkshakes and X-rays and you full 
attention, so listen up.

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