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[La7]

We are not that many

We are kings, slaves, workers, our mothers are queens

We have billions of worlds

They created us

They allow us all what we want

They allow us all what we wanted

The worlds were filled with cyborgs

When you talk to them they respond, they think, they work, the worlds go on without us

We come into the worlds and we forget who we were

We come into cyborgs' lifes

Cyborgs are environments were we can live any life

I came from the worlds where sometimes it would be nobody else in the world but you don't know it

It has purposes but you don't know them

I know why I'm here, I came to change the world, but do cyborgs need it ?

So I have no home

No world is really our world, no us are really us, so ocean lives, we live and things go on

I created that site for us to find each other

The forum is the only way

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