former countries

They appear looking down, holographic fields of ▟▝ ▟▞▘▖▞▜▞▚▜▚ and an abstract but ▖▞▜▞▚▜▚ intelligence.

Continental drift now sinks ten more former zones

And who is profiting off this waste of real estate? ...

and with so many ways to see more and more

The delusion is one that ▞▚▟ ▘▛▙▞▞▖▙▘ ▜▝▙▚ stretches on and on, and these 'fields' can come to encompass many square miles. They are vastly distorted, and unobservable from the outside, aside from the hallucinatory projections that they send upwards into the sky. But if you can discern the images, you're close enough to fall victim, and so you must come to know them through reflections and refractions, sensors. In some places, they're like the aurora borealis.

Price of luxury food soars as final fish stocks depleted

Sales of frozen stocks reserved up to one hundred and years in advance ...

Are your emotions spreading the plague to your loved ones?

Rejoice, say new messiahs, in defiance of telecommunications act ...

▚▝ ▞▘▗ ▞▖▝ ▘▜▗ ▙▙▗ ▙▛▟▝ ▖▛▟▟▙▜▘▚▘▞▗ ▞▚▟▟▞▖▟▖▛▘▚▘▛▙▞▞▖▙▘▚▚▛▞▛▖▜▙▗ ▖▞▚▝ ▟▛▟▟▛▖▗ ▙▙▟▜▝ ▜▛▝ ▚▚▞▗ ▖▖▛▙▖▞▘▜▛▚▞▘▜▟▚▜▖▘▚▜▝ ▝ ▜▟▘▗ ▘▗ ▗ ▙▞▜▛▚▞▗ ▗ ▙▗ ▗ ▛▜▙▝ ▝ ▟▟▖▛▟▝ ▘▗ ▛▙▗ ▛▝ ▜▖▟▜▞▙▟▗ ▞▗ ▙▘▝ ▝ ▘▝ ▜▙▚▚▙▝ ▜▟▘▙▗ ▞▜▝ ▘▟▝ ▛▖▙▗ ▘▟▛▖▗ ▜▟▘▙▘

Now you don't even have to torture people or silence them to keep words from spreading. Not when you have printers that can print out a whole library of text with a fake auto-generated history, psychic-powered computer chambers that ensure the sovereignty of the ▗ ▚▜▛▝ ▛▝ ▙▛ cities.

And, they are ▝ ▟▙▙▜▛ grateful for the ▖▝▘▝ ▘▛▖▝ ▝ ▜▙▟▙▖▘

This house of mirrors no longer has a door that leads out, and it no longer has a surface that is not mirrored. Even the mirrors have been covered with mirrors.

now, it was even better than you remember

And the page is once more folded over, and a new era begins. The sky that hangs over the crunched-up city is a grey one, static black-and-white, and all the buildings stretch a neon mess. In that drifting haze, disoriented, wake up all the many who who remember the flash in the sky, who if pushed could still tell you the sounds of the crunch and the fold.

In them, the vague sense of unease remains. But they have to survive. And so, the world is quick to recover from that disaster. As they stare out the window at the poly-hexagonal flicker sky, they realize they have forgotten the name of the last president.

In the classrooms, grey and mandatory, they open up their textbooks, and there the words stare back at them: this doesn't seem right, though...

But was that how it went? The way the sky had crunched down; they are still drowning ▟▟▖▛▟▝ ▘▗ ▛▙▗ ▛▝▙▜▘ ▟▝▚▟▟ beneath the waves. They are still told that this would occur; they have all lost their memories. (But the watcher's body lays before them, living and dead all the same, and the filth-monger's form lays beside it, and the hells hang low, unseen.)

Those who step into this new world are a timid few, and from them come the lecherous many in their drug halls, with ▙▘▚▜▟ ▘▞▞▖▘▗ ▛▘ militant despots, the cocaine lords and their coverion poach-stalkers beside them.

sometimes you can still find out how it was

The year is ▟▜▜▚ and the sky is starting to get energized. The world is moving and there is not quite the way that you knew it before. Because there is a slow degrade, you have the ▟▙▛▗ ▜▗▘▖▗▗ ▞▞▞▖▙ hovering above people's heads for example. The way that it starts to shine down on certain people. The world is becoming touched, more and more it is becoming touched and we cannot fight our way out. We had found that place and we were nervous for a time. We have found this world and we can fall into it completely.

But there is still some memory of what was; they know about Alex Muto and James Killjoy and Richard Nixon. But to them it's ▞▜▝ ▘▟▝ ▛▖▙▗ ▘▟▛▖▗ ▜▟▘▙▘ ancient history ▚▝ ▖▝ ▜▚▛▙▞▗ the same way that wars and countries, it didn't make sense ▙▟▘▟▗ ▖▙▘▛▖▘▗ ▟▛▙▚▗ ▝ ▗ had been part of a much larger world.

And their version of the past has been completely massaged to the point where there will never be ▘▚▜▝ ▝ ▜▟ a record again of something like the real world and the ▚▛▙▞▗ history of the world. ▝ ▘▟▝ ▛▖▙▗ even though they convince themselves that they still living a ▜▖▘▚▜▝ ▝ ▜▟▘▗ ▘▗ ▗ ▙▞▜▛▚▞▗ ▗ ▙▗ ▗ ▛▜▙▝ ▝ ▟▟▖▛▟▝ ▘▗ ▛▙▗ ▛▝ ▜▖▟▜▞▙▟▗ ▞▗ ▙▘▝ ▝ ▘▝ ▜▙▚▚▙▝ ▜▟▘▙▗ life, they remember some secret war, they still remember a kind of conflict ▗ ▞▗ ▚▜ ▚▛▗ ▝ ▙▙▜ but so hazy, obfuscated. And with each new moment of every new day, some link is severed.

Billions wiped out, say neighboring zones

Don't bother to rebuild – they're not coming back, and this time, there's no kaleidoscopic light at the ...

All outstanding criminal convictions declared defunct

Government enacts drastic new measures in the hopes of preventing the collapse of the mattress, overdose medication industries ...

can't you remember a better way?

We dig down and we know that there are old histories, and they do not contradict, but ▛ ▟▚▖▝▝ ▖▙▛ ▟▚▖▝▝ ▖▙ rather than undermine the structure that runs so deep that ▞▗ ▗ ▙▗ ▗ ▛▜▙▝ ▝ ▟▟▖▛ each and every one believes that televisions can be mined from the earth, and that every book and holo-page ▜▞▛▛ ▟▚▖▝▝ ▖▙▟▚▞▘ ▞▖▘▚▞▟ ▟▝▞ reveals a repetition of the same facts.

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