Ah memory. Once, a long time ago, an old man stood in the middle of a small, shallow lake and screamed, "Don't forget, don't forget!" He laughed, as he watched evolution's riches change his world. And the wind told the old man, "Don't worry old man, the gods have trained plastic to remember...
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