A dot that will never be able to be filled, setting there in a spotlight surrounded by the scratches
that fills the area. What will be made of the dot? Will it decay into the earth like everything else
or will it defy gravity? A dot in with so many other dots of all the same size and shape as itself
what will make it stand above the crowd? Suddenly, the scratches go away from around the dot. It begins
form into something bigger better than ever before, It develops emotions, feelings and senses, it
begins to observe the world around it, it adapts to the area in which it is in. It starts thinking,
Then suddenly grows long beautiful lines... After a while begin to form shapes and numbers a form of commu-
nication. Finally then, the lines begin jumping around hastly... something is written:
You are the dot.......
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