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[poemssometimesrhyme]

Hello, everyone. I apologize for being quiet... I went on a sabbatical of sorts, to contemplate matters in isolation. An artist's retreat, if you will.

In the time I was away, I decided... this is a new beginning, for both myself and others. I am to cast off the vestiges of my past, and step forward into the light. I would like to contribute to the budding culture of this new world, as both an artist and perhaps a teacher.

Wing, my friend, I have heard you and others are working on a recreational center. I would like to assist in any way I can.

To the rest of you... I am considering beginning a class on the art of the written word. Would anyone be interested?

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[poemssometimesrhyme]

Oh, well, it being Cybertron goes without saying, doesn't it? I thought you meant whether my reality itself had a name...

And I can't imagine my absence has affected anything, to be honest...

[herodecoded]

But considering the threads of time which tie our universes, our displacement could wreak havoc on our worlds...

[poemssometimesrhyme]

Ah, the cyberfly effect, you mean?

[herodecoded]

In a way, yes. No mech cannot move without effecting something else.

[poemssometimesrhyme]

That's a good point... but at the same time, if one worries about such a thing, they'll never have peace of mind.