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The Primordial Soup: A Beginner’s Guide
It was hard to focus. The steam vents of your district have been malfunctioning again. Your claustrophobic room felt like an autoclave. The cacophonous warbling of some feathered people outside interfered with your thoughts. Fluorescent light flickered onto a clutter of test tubes, wires, and instruments. The incubator’s worn insulation… Continue
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Statistical Difference
It was a cosy nook in the side street, squeezed between a student café and a repair store and filled with memories. You are exploring personal recordings: some in languages you can’t understand, some in colours you can’t see; luckily many are remastered to the endless city Panlingua and you… Continue
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Diverging
The bar was crowded at this time of the day. Creatures of all shapes were talking, whispering, bubbling, screaching. The air was heavy with noise, movement, and smells. Yet a group of them, feathered humanoids, stood out. Maybe they just looked cleaner than others, maybe lighter with their moves, or… Continue
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The Primordial Soup: A Beginner’s Guide
It was hard to focus. The steam vents of your district have been malfunctioning again. Your claustrophobic room felt like an autoclave. The cacophonous warbling of some feathered people outside interfered with your thoughts. Fluorescent light flickered onto a clutter of test tubes, wires, and instruments. The incubator’s worn insulation… Continue
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Diverging
The bar was crowded at this time of the day. Creatures of all shapes were talking, whispering, bubbling, screaching. The air was heavy with noise, movement, and smells. Yet a group of them, feathered humanoids, stood out. Maybe they just looked cleaner than others, maybe lighter with their moves, or… Continue
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The Primordial Soup: A Beginner’s Guide
It was hard to focus. The steam vents of your district have been malfunctioning again. Your claustrophobic room felt like an autoclave. The cacophonous warbling of some feathered people outside interfered with your thoughts. Fluorescent light flickered onto a clutter of test tubes, wires, and instruments. The incubator’s worn insulation… Continue
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Statistical Difference
It was a cosy nook in the side street, squeezed between a student café and a repair store and filled with memories. You are exploring personal recordings: some in languages you can’t understand, some in colours you can’t see; luckily many are remastered to the endless city Panlingua and you… Continue
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Statistical Difference
It was a cosy nook in the side street, squeezed between a student café and a repair store and filled with memories. You are exploring personal recordings: some in languages you can’t understand, some in colours you can’t see; luckily many are remastered to the endless city Panlingua and you… Continue