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How about an old world order. An order that was never filled. The order of the seal and the democratic unicorn standing like lions holding flags beside tradeships. We are the people of the new world with old values and thus we create the order and bestow the balance. Like a horse on a wooden scale. The libra star-crosses prairie skies with solar winds and begins stitching another universe. The toxic horizon melts and swirls bloody trails of psychadelic mischief. Illuminating land's end is a wizards hand containing a ball of pure energy. Energon as most robots would call it. Vision says "there is no more for us to see beyond the edge of sight". A wise man Vision is. What about the children of Dune? Like Chrysalids their eyelids hatch another instance of life. Another shape. The sand sifts and dreams shift through themselves like molecules pulled through digital meshes. I listen to signals sent directly to my receiver. My antenna aboard my vessel. My brain within my craft. My organic robot. My living construct ~