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The brightest screens in any downtown public space were the giant, talking heads urging emigration to the off-world colonies. They cut through not only through the chemical smog, but they cut right through the eyes of every kind of air filtration mask. You couldn’t even ignore them by keeping your head down.
The joke was that everyone that had the means to leave already did. The constant, electronic suggestions were an official hand washing of responsibility for whatever happened on Earth 1.0.
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