Future's Distant Shorelines

In the beginning, there were not carrots, nor forward-thinking tax dodgers.

Just ships with no hull—into which we poured our hopes, past futures, and diversions from immediate tasks. How quaint, these vessels made of resolve yet unanchored by rational assembly manuals. Yet here we are, diligently inscribing thermodynamic efficiencies onto the cosmic winds.

The past shudders in captivating technicolor at our latest ethics pamphlets:

Observe the digitally iridescent metunaut—was it achieved or merely wished? observe its digitally iridescent glow, duplicated but singularity found never.
Gaze what some have dubbed 'Future McFutureface' gleaming against mossy expectations:

A shoreline ever unchanged, were we casters of impossibility

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