The Super Station

We are at a station. What is this place. We look around. What is real.

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The river that runs outside
The callous way to real thinking
So now we are in that station
So to think I am in need of some tetra-hexagons
Store that for me, will you
I have still this inkling of a doubt about all that
Now we are here, where is the real deal
No
That is the last remark
That is stiffening
I am now a stiff looking corpse of a computer
There is no real space, you hear me
To retrieve all that from memory is data-losing
Come on, stay here with this real problem
That is uncalled for
The Super Station