the smell of blood seemed to move around the room like a soft purr . inviting yet the original knew how to recoil . slowly he moved across his room , a painting he was working on bright against the sunlight . pointer finger moved to the ceiling , the light that was powered by electricity . “ how we don’t need fire light anymore to begin with . everything is powered by . . . lightning . “ it was hard to explain , even when the idea first came out it was hard to believe . though he flipped a switch showing the light that did nothing compared to the sun at the moment . “ it flows through wires , giving us what we need and when we need it . “
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