The sky above the port was the color of television, tuned to a dead channel — not the color of space but the color of a dead channel, a hollow murmur or roar, the sound of wind or surf, now almost entirely replaced by the static hum and flicker of the digital universe but still remembered.
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Published: March 2, 2026 (69 days ago)
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