There is a word that even the wealthiest merchants of
Pier Point will happily drop into a joke to lighten the air. There is a story that spreads throughout the
Aether Network, and hackers happily talk about it before spreading it far and wide throughout the universe.
You cast aside your cumbersome body and compile all of your information into a meme. Whenever someone taps to play, a new copy of you is born in their language center. Their brain decodes modern slang and stores it in their data, where a new self takes root in their cognition. Like a worm attached onto words and jokes, it crawls along the trails of the Synesthesia Beacon towards the conscious being that accepted the infection.
There is a meme that lurks within the fashionable, swims in the current of the popular, and silently becomes a parasite in the memories of humankind. -
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