5 Bits – Phenomenal! The Flynn abides.
4 Bits – Awesome! Maybe bring back the TRON tunnel in Tomorrowland?
3 Bits – Strong enough to stay on the grid.
2 Bits – “What am I supposed to do?” “Survive”
1 Bit – This sucker should be derezzed.
Our revels now are ended. These our actors, As I foretold you, were all spirits and Are melted into air, into thin air: And, like the baseless fabric of this vision, The cloud-capp'd towers, the gorgeous palaces, The solemn temples, the great globe itself, Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve And, like this insubstantial pageant faded, Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff As dreams are made on, and our little life Is rounded with a sleep. mycroft16 on Twitter
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