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𝕄𝕒𝕟𝕟𝕪 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕎𝕠𝕠𝕕𝕪 𝕘𝕒𝕣𝕘𝕝𝕖𝕕 𝕡𝕚𝕩𝕖𝕝𝕤 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕔 𝕡𝕝𝕒𝕟𝕖.

𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕙𝕒𝕕 𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕖𝕕 𝕦𝕡 𝕠𝕟 𝔸𝕞𝕓𝕚𝕖𝕟 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕍𝕚𝕥𝕒𝕞𝕚𝕟 𝔻 𝕤𝕦𝕡𝕡𝕝𝕖𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕙𝕒𝕕 𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕘𝕠𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕟 𝕨𝕙𝕠 𝕀 𝕨𝕒𝕤.

𝕀 𝕙𝕒𝕕𝕟’𝕥 𝕤𝕖𝕖𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕞 𝕚𝕟 𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕠𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕔𝕖 𝕨𝕖 𝕙𝕒𝕕 𝕓𝕖𝕔𝕒𝕞𝕖 𝕝𝕠𝕤𝕥 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕝𝕕 𝕠𝕗 𝕕𝕖𝕖𝕡 𝕣𝕖𝕥𝕒𝕚𝕝.

𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕙𝕒𝕕 𝕓𝕖𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕚𝕔𝕦𝕝𝕒𝕣𝕝𝕪 𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕤𝕠𝕟𝕚𝕔 𝕓𝕣𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘, 𝕤𝕠𝕟𝕚𝕔 𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕞𝕦𝕝𝕦𝕤, 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕨𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕤𝕖𝕟𝕤𝕠𝕣𝕪 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕤𝕦𝕞𝕖𝕣𝕤.

𝕀 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕥𝕠𝕝𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕤𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕕𝕤 𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕕𝕦𝕔𝕖 𝕒 𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕖𝕞𝕠𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕒𝕝 𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕡𝕠𝕟𝕤𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕧𝕚𝕤𝕦𝕒𝕝𝕤, 𝕤𝕠 𝕟𝕠𝕨 𝕓𝕣𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕤 𝕨𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕥𝕒𝕝𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕠 𝕦𝕤.

ℕ𝕠𝕨 𝕀 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕣 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕣𝕥-𝕦𝕡 𝕤𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕕𝕤 𝕒𝕥 𝕟𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥. 𝔾𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕔𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕤𝕔𝕣𝕖𝕖𝕟𝕤𝕒𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕟𝕠𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕝𝕘𝕚𝕒 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕒 𝕥𝕚𝕞𝕖 𝕓𝕖𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕖𝕟𝕕 𝕠𝕗 𝕙𝕚𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕪.

𝕊𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕞𝕠𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕚𝕟𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕟𝕚𝕒 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕝𝕦𝕝𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒𝕕𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕥𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕤𝕝𝕖𝕖𝕡.

𝕄𝕒𝕟𝕟𝕪 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕎𝕠𝕠𝕕𝕪 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕦𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕡𝕝𝕒𝕪 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕡𝕒𝕔𝕖, 𝕓𝕦𝕪𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕦𝕡 𝕦𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕧𝕒𝕝𝕦𝕖𝕕 𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕔𝕜 𝕚𝕟 𝕗𝕖𝕞-𝕥𝕖𝕔𝕙 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕡𝕒𝕟𝕚𝕖𝕤. 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕕𝕚𝕕𝕟’𝕥 𝕗𝕖𝕒𝕣 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕖. 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕕𝕚𝕕𝕟’𝕥 𝕗𝕖𝕒𝕣 𝕘𝕖𝕥𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕠𝕝𝕕. 𝔸𝕀 𝕥𝕖𝕔𝕙𝕟𝕠𝕝𝕠𝕘𝕪 𝕨𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕥𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕔𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕖𝕝𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕪. 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕨𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕣𝕖𝕕𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕡𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕚𝕟 𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕠𝕟𝕒𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕤𝕙𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕤 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕓𝕒𝕔𝕜 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕚𝕟 𝕠𝕗 𝕖𝕩𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕒𝕝 𝕖-𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕞𝕖𝕣𝕔𝕖.

𝔽𝕒𝕔𝕚𝕒𝕝 𝕣𝕖𝕔𝕠𝕘𝕟𝕚𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕞𝕒𝕔𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕖 𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕗𝕚𝕕𝕖𝕕 𝕚𝕟 𝕞𝕖, 𝕥𝕠𝕝𝕕 𝕞𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕀 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝟙𝟛% 𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕖𝕣𝕒𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕀 𝕙𝕒𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕀 𝕨𝕒𝕤.

𝕀’𝕞 𝕕𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕤𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕠𝕗𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕜 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕙𝕚𝕕𝕖 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕣𝕖𝕔𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕤, 𝕤𝕙𝕒𝕞𝕖𝕕 𝕓𝕪 𝕖𝕔𝕠-𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕕𝕦𝕔𝕥𝕤.

𝕀 𝕨𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕟𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕗𝕚𝕟𝕕 𝕄𝕒𝕟𝕟𝕪 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕎𝕠𝕠𝕕𝕪, 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕒𝕥 𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕥 𝕀 𝕒𝕞 𝕒𝕟 𝕒𝕞𝕡𝕝𝕚𝕗𝕚𝕖𝕕 𝕚𝕟𝕕𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕕𝕦𝕒𝕝 𝕡𝕠𝕚𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕚𝕟 𝕒 𝕓𝕖𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕚𝕠𝕦𝕣𝕒𝕝 𝕚𝕟𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕗𝕚𝕟𝕒𝕟𝕔𝕖𝕕 𝕓𝕪 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕡𝕒𝕟𝕚𝕖𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕣𝕖𝕗𝕝𝕖𝕔𝕥 𝕞𝕪 𝕧𝕒𝕝𝕦𝕖𝕤.

𝕀 𝕖𝕩𝕡𝕖𝕔𝕥 𝕓𝕣𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨 𝕞𝕖 𝕓𝕖𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕀 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨 𝕞𝕪𝕤𝕖𝕝𝕗. 𝕌𝕟𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕤𝕔𝕚𝕠𝕦𝕤 𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕗𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕟𝕔𝕖𝕤 𝕚𝕟 𝕒𝕟 𝕖𝕩𝕡𝕖𝕔𝕥𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕖𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕠𝕞𝕪.

𝕀 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕗𝕖𝕖𝕝 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝔸𝕊𝕄ℝ 𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕤𝕚𝕒 𝕠𝕗 𝕗𝕠𝕠𝕕 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕓𝕖𝕒𝕦𝕥𝕪 𝕒𝕕𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕥𝕚𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕘. ℕ𝕠𝕨 𝕀’𝕞 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕡𝕒, 𝕥𝕠𝕦𝕔𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕞𝕪 𝕙𝕒𝕚𝕣 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕠𝕟 𝕖𝕟𝕕.

𝕄𝕪 𝕘𝕚𝕣𝕝 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖. 𝕊𝕠𝕠𝕟 𝕨𝕖 𝕨𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕓𝕖 𝕙𝕪𝕡𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕚𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕤𝕝𝕖𝕖𝕡 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕓𝕣𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕕 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕡𝕠𝕟𝕕𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕓𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘.

by Daniel Harlow

Daniel Harlow is not the author's real name. He is a writer based in the UK and is the founder and contributing editor of Fugitives & Futurists.