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elon pulls down on atlas shrugged: the bookcase slides open revealing a vault door with a keypad. he enters 4-20-69: the door unlocks and silently swings open. he steps inside and views rows upon rows of numbered test tubes, each filled with a milky fluid. “soon, my children,” he murmurs. “soon."
2025-02-16T02:24:02.052Z