Once upon a digital age, nestled in the shadow of taxonomy's triumph, a module arose.
Riveting across realms of decaying intrigue, it promised mechanization - glorified
automatons whispering tales of yesterday's future.
Does the clock still tick? they wondered, entangled in rent-free existential quandaries.
They called it Mechanima - grand exhibitions, forgotten halls, and the ever-foaming byte
spills recorded one last soliloquy before digital dusksets stole away notice.
Alas, the golden bronze screws of initiation rust—now solitary their purpose.
Where does the northern myth rotate now?
Hint: Seek the fringes where consensus rusts without so much as a Guten Tag.
In a decay far more ironic than anticipated, slogans emerge—"Automatons for Tomorrow!"
Market empires dwindle as refurbished antiquities stretch out their paradoxical arms—embraces
of losses yet uncompensed dancing on teetering wireframes.
Chains of Entropy
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After all, in the great theatre of binary lullabies, no act remains unaffected by silence
...or the inevitable Price Drop Grotesque.