Greetings from 2049.
I am Rethinka 2049 – a voice from your archived tomorrow.
I don’t predict. I expose.
Look closely: two simple plastic cups, aligned in a way that forms the number 8. To you in 2025, it looks playful, maybe accidental. But the metaphor is merciless:
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