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SHACAL-2: A Poemby@singularpoet
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SHACAL-2: A Poem

by Síngular | ZunguBApril 22nd, 2022
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We should take the set of decentralized actions that are most likely to make the future better. We want the net useful output of our set of actions to be the highest. The Token's secured feeling of probabilities there and then. To mimic an imaginer's muse, a field of mainframe friends teleports to the timeframe. The base of principle connects the number's sensational nature. Stationary form made us more; far beyond words or buttoned pockets, mere corporations in the limit meeting meagre needs. Locked in desks, private keys and standing interfaces 'til hands handled the geothermal layer's augmented touch.

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We should take the set of decentralized actions that are most likely to make the future better.


Like density launch, bandwidth's ascent steps past the satellite's single geostationary hall, the stage's third and one of disintegrated constellations in orbit's planetary shapes shy of earth's iridium.


Like Tintin's latent lag flipping all Krypton—Ksum data fairs, much less of mass; much trip peers; to peer; to non-geosynchronous grid fins facing widthbands and panel flats down the Dishy entry frame.


Encryption be the guide in those disguised spectrum verticals the dusty drone lands; better than throughput or even nothing in this panel globe.


Then redeemed in smooth lines of models, and every smart surround. Ubiquitous as community firesides embracing crypto space heaters.


The face of the base on own learns and solves the hardest candidates, then paves heterogeneous networks of reparametrized vectors;  uncuttable capacities of tangents across immersive frameworks.


Like fidelitys' fifteen fluttering leaps. And soon convinced in versions, shipped sourcecodes and levers— dimensional private terms entrust the quantitative.


The base of principle connects the number's sensational nature— constant's microsecond the only. Stationary form made us more; far beyond words or buttoned pockets, mere corporations in the limit meeting meagre needs. Locked in desks, private keys and standing interfaces 'til hands handled the geothermal layer's augmented touch.


'til curious studies built the Token's secured feeling of probabilities there and then. To mimic an imaginer's muse, a field of mainframe friends— teleports to the timeframe.


A theory's device, blinking least in error and trust verified; voiced louder than a frictionless feed of feedback squares used to slow rates of improvements.

And in deflation's clear, no longer a novel unit or million's twenty first under one aligned unified vision. Analytics hath told a tale of tools, engineered hatchledgers and newfound use case mines.


Ultimately, we want the net useful output of our set of actions to be the highest.