In the year 3047, when holographic leather boots became an ironic necessity, we retrieved echoes from the vanished moments. A time capsule, or perhaps just a box of old pseudopods, shaped our present more than we realized.

They said the retro-silicon era would be splendid. And behold, here we are, sipping neon smoothies in digital cloisters, wondering aloud where the halt paradoxicals went wrong.

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