March, when
the links crystallise, great draughts of profiles seized, sized up, sussed,
their contents psyched over for greed need fear. Millions provide their Likes
Wows Angries, unwitting data dates with destiny, as the trip-wires of
convenience register faultless the faultlines of electorates, the levels of
uncertainty mood hate. Shady dachas fuel the propaganda of rigged crooked fake,
a war game without boundaries conventions declarations. Controlled confusion
reigns. It’s 24s section the future of planet Analytica, because they can, it’s
a way to show off, while 71s, clueless to losers, slap 24s on the back with “you’re
a rock star!”
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