Quantum Blues
1. My prison cell isn’t the loud, dirty iron cage our ancestors knew. It is pristine, with a perpetual blue tint reflecting the metamaterials of…
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1. My prison cell isn’t the loud, dirty iron cage our ancestors knew. It is pristine, with a perpetual blue tint reflecting the metamaterials of…
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