The Data Drought
The rain fell on New York-Megacity every day at 3:14 PM. It was not a dramatic event. It was not a storm. It was a steady, acid-tinged drizzle that slicked the neon-lit streets with a thin iridescent film and made the holographic advertisements flicker like dying stars. The people of the megacity did not notice the rain. They walked under umbrellas that cost less than a cup of coffee and had...
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