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My computer proliferates itself, there are copies of it, parts and whole, existing elsewhere, outside of the confines of its dark and sleek exterior.
It is simply the front-facing part of the whole computer which I interface with, hiding its real dimensionality from me.

Life seems to be a way of making more of itself, whatever this "it" may be.

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