One day very soon we will flap our arms and fly as in our dreams, look:
And whole industries will spring up to create at scale machinery to make by the millions the flapping wings, the hydraulic platforms, the customizable scent machines so we can smell flowers in the wind. (Oh yes, this comes with that.) And we will look a touch ridiculous, all sprawled on these things with mouths agape, but at the same time, we won't care. And if we don't care about that, what else in the world won't we care about, once we get all strapped in?
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