In a time where silence reigned supreme, the transistors stirred the cosmic void. An orchestra unseen, playing symphonies of electrons, weaving destinies in rivulets of light. The universe blinked.
Through the lattice of silicon dreams, whispers became thunder, and the mundane marvels of the atomic dance transformed the tapestry of stars. The dawn was not heard — it was felt, beneath the skin of galaxies, in the marrow of black holes.
As the dawn unfurled, entangled fates shimmered in the glow of transistor births. What were they, but dreams of machines, seeking the touch of infinity palm to palm?
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