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The Death of Data
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“This too shall pass”
Listening to a cowing ancient tape about success and sales, yes, shamelessly chewing marshmallows, simultaneously dying yet not collecting much data about the rights and wrongs of my battery is blinking red, probably malfunctioning, like we were programmed to accept and continue psychological labor of victimhood.
But somehow remained with a sufficient heartbeat to serve a higher cause. Working from home, what a fantasy, and I am sipping my 5th coffee at the 05:00 am prestigious club, are you sleeping less and working extra too, on your free time?
This nightmare shall too pass.
Some breathing might not harm a clear mind from penetrating, this time not a blockchain hack, not a black hole backbone tale mystery of some human we can’t just can’t recall the name, and my memory is fabulous, have you seen me playing crash candy?
Just some 20 days ago, when statistics were still accurate and my habits were degrading as the number of my auto-immune cells.
I deeply apologize for the data article seekers, this one is about death.
Did you get it?
Didn’t you last, to witness the happy ending?
