"You know," a voice said from the corner of the room, "in my day, a crash just meant the cart spun into the sky. We didn't have memory addresses to mourn."
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"You know," a voice said from the corner of the room, "in my day, a crash just meant the cart spun into the sky. We didn't have memory addresses to mourn." "You know," a voice said from the corner