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Dawn. Low earth orbit.
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The satellite’s photo voltaic cells mirror the curvature of the earth’s atmosphere inducing a chiaroscuro of its fuselage and telemetry antennae array. As it moves incrementally from darkness to light a bay door opens and an innocuous mechanical assemblage emerges from its darkened recess.
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The onboard camera resolves in a resolution of 25cm. Producing an image of stunning clarity from approximately six hundred kilometers in the sky. When commanded it can focus grid-like on any given location: a city street; the sequence of numbers on a license plate; wing coverts of a pigeon perched on a wire.
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It has established a complete photographic documentation of the earth.
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Ignition…
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The eleven rings of the Bessel beam push the cells into a protean chorale.
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Cellular harmonics lift the spectrum into new verticalities of energy.
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They also push.
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They pulse and plush.
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It is immaculate, rigid, and unbroken. A perfect, self-healing cylinder. The azure ray extends downward. Earthbound.
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On the planet’s surface there is silence as the simulation renders. The illusion extends laterally and medially across continents and oceans.
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God’s bated breath.<\/p>\n