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A Missive on the Singularity by Claire Rye

Monday night and a forgettable dream wakes me from my slumber. I look over at the clock. 11.53pm. My mind starts a conversation with itself.. It’s past midday in London. They have announced the winners. You were going to wait until morning. But i can check now… Go back to sleep you have to work …

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