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In the world of my own here in my silence. It's my favorite place. So many places feel like cold steel, but then I'm out there and it's just normal. The science fiction is just in my head. The world is not a desolate digital wasteland. I can reach you without the code. We have not poisoned the water and smothered the land. The sun will not burn us alive. This is not a disease ridden petri dish. The digital diagnosis is not real. We are all really free. No one is struggling to survive or get out alive. This is a real planet, alive and operating independently within a vast solar system. This is not a corporate controlled spaceship. Floating in deep space many decades after the end of the world. Our hearts are not corrupt. We have not been attempting to kill one another every day for centuries. We are not crabs in an electronic barrel being shot at by bureaucrats with ray guns. We are not a single thought generated by a complete clone of a dead entity. This is not happening. You can all go home now...Inside my words are a RiOt...The name Josalisa can not be used as a hand gun.