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She didn’t have to be good. She just had to be part of it. She didn’t have to work so hard anymore, trying to find where she fit in to the narrative. It was all told to her. The Algorithm was in her, it was all she could see in her glorious wide obscuring full-face cloudhook, all she had to do was move as it guided her and say the words it told her to say and she was doing it, she was part of it, swept along in the perfect narrative. She wasn’t herself anymore, she was the City.