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| The Grid,
| A digital frontier,
|
| I tried to picture clusters of
| information as they moved through
| the computer⦠what did they look
| like?
|
| Ships,
| Motorcycles,
| With the circuits like freeways
|
| I kept dreaming of a world I thought
| Iβd never seeβ¦
| And thenβ¦ one dayβ¦
|
| I got in