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On October 23, 2077: the television stations were frozen with a familiar test pattern, radios blared with Civil Defense warnings and instructions, and telephone services were commandeered by the government for the war effort. In short, the likely and traditional means for private citizens to coordinate anything beyond an immediate, local level were unavailable. It was in these unlikely circumstances that the short poem came to life and spread across the nation like a memetic virus. Across towns and cities the poem began appearing in black spray paint along wide walls and billboards. Nobody quite knew who wrote it and nobody realized that this bit of apocalyptic art was all over the place.

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  • On October 23, 2077: the television stations were frozen with a familiar test pattern, radios blared with Civil Defense warnings and instructions, and telephone services were commandeered by the government for the war effort. In short, the likely and traditional means for private citizens to coordinate anything beyond an immediate, local level were unavailable. It was in these unlikely circumstances that the short poem came to life and spread across the nation like a memetic virus. Across towns and cities the poem began appearing in black spray paint along wide walls and billboards. Nobody quite knew who wrote it and nobody realized that this bit of apocalyptic art was all over the place.
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  • On October 23, 2077: the television stations were frozen with a familiar test pattern, radios blared with Civil Defense warnings and instructions, and telephone services were commandeered by the government for the war effort. In short, the likely and traditional means for private citizens to coordinate anything beyond an immediate, local level were unavailable. It was in these unlikely circumstances that the short poem came to life and spread across the nation like a memetic virus. Across towns and cities the poem began appearing in black spray paint along wide walls and billboards. Nobody quite knew who wrote it and nobody realized that this bit of apocalyptic art was all over the place. Replicated across thousands of buildings and billboards across the nation, relatively few examples survived the bombs or decades of exposure to the elements and scavengers. These few surviving instances would only occasionally be found by survivors literate enough to understand them. Despite all this it continues to be replicated, frequently by people who have never even seen an original instance or heard of the poem from those who have, including by illiterate tribes.
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