Old Technology bursts at the seams in hopes of making a revelatory announcement after 20 years of meditation. Alas, Old Technology discovered that even though his language could still be used, no devices were readily available that would allow him to be interpreted. He shuffled off to his dusty corner, resigned to being entombed and to the fact that the best he could do would be to stare blankly and scream silently at the few who manage to discover the existence of his tiny concrete resting place.
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