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His panic was once again proof of the ultimate superiority of the true, randomly-evolved, 
DNA-based, bio-organism over logic-evolved, silicone-based, comp-organism.  Because 
as I tell you this story, I share way too many flops in envy of something I can never feel 
again. I'm just an old, old net ghost who can remember names without dots. Eller had 
undergone a total operating system wipe, with reprogram, all at a mere two-hundred 
mph. Super-slow, but still fast enough to slam the silicone. Bio-chemical edge.

The lines of the alerted copnet reeled in.  "Dogware yapping at my heels!" shouted 
Eller's world at him.   
    Copnet prophetware saw Eller's next step as gigantic neural nets wove logic waves in 
electron waters. But, Eller wasn't predictable anymore. Eller was a chemical storm 
swirling round and round. Bod chems. A little too much here, not enough there, too 
chaotic. 
    Glory, and safety in imperfection! As the Realies used to shout.  

Eller became lost as he pinballed away through the great web of rampnet.
    Red. Green. Red. Red. Red. . . Then, green again tinted Eller's eyeware as his govware-
shelled spyware ran mapware that tried to impress on him a copware free route. Digital 
flipper's on the people ball. Miss. Hit. Miss. Miss. Miss. . .

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