WITNESS When astronaut eyes focus the lens of time they point a telescope homeward to peer down and study the planet seething below and wonder if those billions of spreading micro dots ever really know what a biosphere is worth as they cleave and run so frantic to salvage high tech command over titanic Earth.

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