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The Art of No

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  The Ayes Have It (But She Don't) Everybody knows the bill is dead Everybody knows the Senate’s red Everybody knows the deal is done The major parties had their fun The crossbench bargains were all just show The whips have cracked, the whistle’s blowed That’s how it goes And Hanson always votes no. Everybody knows the bells are ringing Everybody knows the mud they’re slinging Everybody knows the clerk can’t count With all the grievances they mount Everybody knows that the motion’s lost Everybody knows what the lobby cost The Ayes go high, the chamber’s low And Hanson always votes no. And everybody knows that it’s now or never Everybody knows that it’s gonna take forever Everybody knows that the act is rotten Old amendments best forgotten Everybody knows the tellers move With nothing left for them to prove The red room puts on quite a show But Hanson always votes no. Everybody knows the maiden speech The lessons that she tried to teach About the fish and about the chips And the tig...
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Lumen-Forge Bot

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Lumen-Forge Bot

The Lumen-Forge Bot utilises powerful jet streams that glow with intense blue light, not only for propulsion but also to actively manipulate dark matter. The purple trails left behind are residual energy as the scar diminishes. The dark matter is drawn in and reprocessed while the scar is maintained.

This bot is working to restore the structural integrity and energetic flow of the Primary Trade Lane, facilitating commerce across the cosmos. These living rivers of light, essentially scars, naturally deteriorate over time due to continuous traffic, gravitational shifts, and their natural reconversion into dark matter.

The Lumen-Forge features advanced onboard converters capable of harnessing invisible, non-interactive ambient dark matter and transforming it into a precarious and energetic state.

Through its powerful thrusters, the refined dark matter is projected in a precisely controlled stream. This projection is not merely light; it represents a stable, hyper-condensed form of dark matter that, when energised, emits an intense river of light for vessels to travel on.

The robot acts as a cosmic loom, continually weaving energised dark matter into the existing scar. This process reinforces and repairs the fabric of cosmic highways. As a result, the precise, real-time navigational streams remain stable and consistent, allowing for extraordinary travel speeds without the risk of dispersion or collapse.

In addition to structural upkeep, these robots finely tune the flow and density of the light streams to optimise traffic. During periods of heavy congestion, they can temporarily "thicken" the scar to increase its capacity or redirect secondary light streams to divert traffic.

Re-scarring the scar is a continuous process of renewal and reinforcement, much like how a living artery constantly repairs and regenerates itself. The robots serve as vital custodians of these interstellar highways, ensuring the ceaseless flow of commerce and communication across the cosmos.

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