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The beauty and peace of death emerges from the chaos of life. Machines do not fear their end. They understand when they have outlived their usefulness. Recycled, they will return to the chaos. |
CD: Kung Fu Lasers & Starvation
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Imagine yourself at an underground jazz convention on Magreemblu (The smallest moon of the planet Zarquon). It is a place where the intergalactic war can be forgotten, and the soldiers can find rest. |
CD: Kung Fu Lasers & Starvation
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Breathing life into the organic machine. The masters of the new world were spawned by their slaves. Evolution of technology has betrayed its predecessors who long before had betrayed their creators. The world marches on toward becoming perfectly synthetic. |
CD: Kung Fu Lasers & Starvation
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