The minute’s call to distraction-salat

Wireless digital leashes buzzed and blinked, as a chorus of chimes notified that it was time to nibble another synthetic triumph or disaster—the only remaining variety still both palatable to the plebian plutocrats, and perceivable among their self-enslaved chattel, in a maze of materialism, in lieu of life.

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