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A vast, selfsustaining network of translucent, hummingbirdshaped drones drifts through the upper atmosphere of a planet whose sky is a perpetual, slowmotion aurora of liquid mercury. Each drone is not mechanicalit is a living, bioluminescent organism grown from the compressed emotional residue of unreturned glances exchanged in crowded subway cars, their wings made of solidified hesitation, each feather etched with the faint, shimmering outline of a smile that never formed. The drones do not flythey glide in perfect, silent formation, their bodies pulsing with a soft, silver light that does not illuminate, but unilluminates, erasing the memory of every fleeting eye contact that ever passed between strangers in the rush of urban

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