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... eeded to — gods didn’t sleep, not technically. But his human habits clung to him like barnacles, and the absence of rest was starting to feel less like discipline and more like obsession. His interface was a constellation of open panels, each one a project, each project a wire in the machine he was building.
[Faith Points: 754 FP]
[Generation: 162 FP/day]
[Pending Investments: 0]
Seven hundred and fifty-four. Two days ago, he’d had four hundred and thirty. The num ...
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