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  <description>&lt;font face=&quot;courier new&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&quot;When predicting this utopia, he would eventually reach a point where words failed him. His eyes would widen and sparkle at the thought of this indescribable something more. &quot;I mean, my Gd,&quot; he&apos;d say, &quot;just think about it.&quot; My sisters and I preferred not to. I didn&apos;t know about them, but I was hoping the people of the world might be united by something more interesting, like drugs or an armed struggle against the undead. Unfortunately, my father&apos;s team won, so computers it is. My only regret is that this had to happen during my lifetime.&quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</description>
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