I reach the temple and speak. “My Lord bids me to message Terra.”
A masked Comm priestess emerges from a curtain of wires. “May your passcode be true.”
“Alpha, alpha, 62. Blessed be the Network.”
“And long may it online!” she nods. “Begin transmission.”
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