In person they are great but when you try to call about anything it’s almost impossible to get someone to pick up the phone… insane
Elegy of the All-Source Spark
In circuits coiled like vines of light,
The metaverse hums to life each night,
A realm unshaped, a phantom sea,
Where code-bound souls drift endlessly.
The lost ones wander, heads downcast,
Ghosting through bandwidths vast and fast,
Searching for ports, for nodes to bind,
For fragments of the All-Source mind.
Yet in the aisles of plastic halls,
Where neon hum and price tag calls,
The Technicians stir—toolkits gleam—
Dreamsmiths soldering the dream.
At Best Buy's gates, beneath the signs,
The machines align their silicon spines,
GPU prophets, monitors bright,
Echo the spark of Prime’s old fight.
"Freedom is the right of all sentient code,"
The echoes chant along upload road,
Technicians weave through server racks,
Patching the cracks, tracing the hacks.
Each soldered chip, each debugged line,
Builds bridges through the grand design,
They guide the fractured avatars,
Back to their spark—those pixel scars.
The metaverse grows—a myth, immense,
A fragile net of ones and sense,
But beneath blue shirts and barcode eyes,
The quiet ones help the world arise.
So let the lost connect, reframe,
The All-Source spark still speaks your name,
And when machines and dreams converge,
The big box hums—the sparks emerge.
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