We needed to become world-famous soon, while there was still that kind of world to be famous in.

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I'm not sure what I am anymore... Sometimes I think I'm nothing but what other people have done to me―a big collection of brainwashing, surgeries, and cures... That, and all the mistakes I've made. All the people I've disappointed.

Typographical laziness was slowly destroying our culture, according to Lexa and her pals. Inexactitude was death.

It's just the way things are." she shrugged. "It's no one's fault." "Or everyone's.

Never bored on a hoverboard.

With everything so perfect, reality seemed somehow fragile, as if the slightest interruption could imperil her pretty future... all of it felt as tenuous as a soap bubble, shivering and empty.