"Going ahead... well, it makes some sense, I guess. Let me try something to cover our tracks. I learned from this book that there's a special numbering system called 'binary' that computerized machines use to communicate. It's a bit difficult to get my head around completely, but applying it...
"Got it. Thanks, Friday," Patch replied softly.
She spoke up to get the group's attention. "Everyone, we need to move. Fast. Otherwise we're going to be surrounded."
Well, this just happened. As of yesterday, it was possible for me to view Twitter accounts without needing an account myself. Trying to click on any trending topics or doing searches was blocked though. As of today, I can't see anything on the site without an account. A login window pops up and...
When Correspondent 251 spoke of the safety of her magicless country, Patch couldn't help but remember rampaging through the place, just hours earlier. You're not as safe as you think. Magic is not a force that you can tame so easily. In fact...
Her thoughts came to a sudden halt when Cinniúint...
No fear. No anger. No hatred. Patch repeated these words in her mind as Correspondent 251 spoke, to ward off those emotions that had nearly destroyed her.
It struck her how 251 had accused them of thinking too small, yet she herself had committed the mistake of thinking too big. So vast and...
Apparently the latest victims of conspiracy theorist abuse are meteorologists: https://www.cnn.com/2023/05/27/world/meteorologists-conspiracy-harassment-abuse-climate-intl/index.html
Patch furrowed her brow. "Hmm. Monday is... well, I don't trust her, obviously, but I get the sense that she's not quite... what's the word I'm looking for... obedient? But yes, we don't want this woman calling for any help."
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