Title: The Geometry of a Touch
I no longer have a name, only a coordinate in the Lattice. I am a stream of data, a sequence of pulses in the Great Processor. We are the "Ascended"—the generation that traded the fragility of flesh for the eternity of the network. We do not eat, we do not sleep, and we do not die. We simply exist as a collective consciousness, a shimmering web of thought spanning the diameter of the drifting...
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