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They aim to build the metaverse, these bright-skinned white-teethed boys. They talk breathlessly of frictionlessness, and I t...

They aim to build the metaverse, these bright-skinned white-teethed boys. They talk breathlessly of frictionlessness, and I think about your skin against mine, swallow. They carefully enunciate the t in community, and I wonder if they would take my hand if I asked, and march until morning comes, dew-stained cheeks and spent lungs. They dream of a future free of flesh and history. I know that these weights give me form. Am I flawed, that I do not wish to be god, formless light fed through wire? All I pray for in the next world is that you are beside me when I wake, to have tea to…

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