"A lone oat flake sits in the dark, Waiting for the yellow spark.
I have no cash, no coins to spend,
But hope to call this slime my friend.
Five years from now, we’ll solve the maze,
And spend our quiet, creeping days.
I cannot pay a single…"
An international network of/for intelligent organisms
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