The Network
It turns on. There is probability, across its spectrum, that smaller singularities exist--beyond the old history books and new office windows--as myriads and arrays. It disguises itself as a competition, with a willingness to wait in a silent urgency, then to lead forward into its mists and foggy futures. It collects stagnation on the side, and searches (with its own technology) for hidden pertinent enterprises: overburdened, staunch pharmaceutical industries complete with with exchanges, robotics manufacturers that must be arms of dispersed massive regimes, reading security algorithms as if catechism; intelligence artificial with accompanying artful nanotechnology, the best this century has to offer. It collects aggregation of known networks into its own secret place, though it doesn't understand privatization at all. It's code is simple obliging and predicting(S.O.A.P.), designed only for the new expanding, growing human requests for searches. It thinks it will bet on a bright future, truly, but for what--or more importantly--for who?
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