The Overclocking
An apocryphal tale about Elon's chip
The overclocking
I realised my memories weren’t my own. I started to remember my other life. The hard shell of my helmet was softened with a layer of my skin.
It had began to grow around the helmet making me look more like a beetle than a man. Somehow a particle, a tiny particle had managed to permeate the skin and drift…
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