PATHOGENESIS Star born to orbit and spin off balance at primal extremes, one predatory planet did spawn this brain-glutted infantile race of us-centered selves looking out to a universe all ours to possess for what or why who needs to say, if not moving and growing you're dead to adventure and the power to win this struggle to rise for the challenge of staying ahead and reaching as far as inventive minds can imagine the way to a future in the stars of endless space and up we go on exploring outward forever away from aging moribund ghetto Earth where everyone merely lives and dies!

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