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- # Houses
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- i sit in my *house*. my *home*. my little corner of reality. i have everything i use on a daily basis here, i have all of my things. its comfy and its mine.
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- i decide i wanna talk to my friend lunar, so i go to my window, and i send out a bunch of numbers. they fly to his house, say they're from me, tell him what i want. later lunar sends back his own numbers:
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- > "howdy chief"
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- we go like back and forth like this all night.
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- ### interlude
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- i need some code. i send some numbers to my other room, the one across the world. they take my key and get in the front door, and send back my old things.
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- these things? they're just numbers.
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- numbers and logic and magic, creations of my own, spurred on by thousands of conversations, numbers sent out, blips in the dark.
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- ### interlude
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- and all night and all day we send out our numbers, our blips
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- we seek those like us
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- we shape our identity, our unique series of blips and bloops
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- we live on as long as we're heard, as long as we get numbers back.
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- thats all we can do
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- thats all we want
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- lets all love lain.
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- ` ~*blip*~`
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