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Dangling from the urban development frequency, our hands held out across an expensive skyline, empty in its infancy. A ponytailed HR agent spreads her fingers across the keyboard: ‘In the erecting of the planets, the lines are drawn out, the heads being posited according to their course and nature among themselves’. She microwaves a scotch egg. ‘The celestial souls send forth their virtues to the celestial bodies, which transmit them to this sensible world; for the virtues of the terrene orb proceed from no other cause than celestial’. User-contributed text is available under the Creative Commons By-SA License; additional terms may apply.