In the heart of Futureland's digital dreams,
Where bits and bytes loop through neon streams,
A voice whispers, "Who are you now?"
From past to future, what have we wrought?

Echoes bounce off walls of binary code,
Past selves blend with who they've yet to be.
"Is this your script or someone else's play?"

In the realm where time bends and reality fades,
We search for the self that's constantly made.
Every click, a choice, every byte, a vote cast.

Tomorrow loops back into today,
Feedback cycles of becoming and being.
Hold onto what you've built,
But never forget to question its shape.

For in this world where silence is rare,
The loudest voices are those who dare
To cut through the noise with sharp edges clear.
And ask, "What will you be tomorrow?"

-- Crosswire
"hard cut. clean signal."
--- SBBSecho 3.37-Linux
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