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				<title>The Fable of King Alt-Man and the Great Silicon Tithe</title>
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				<description>&lt;figure&gt;&lt;img src=&#34;https://melastmohican.github.io/images/the-fable-of-king-alt-man-and-the-great-silicon-tithe.jpeg&#34;&#xA;&#x9;&#x9;&#x9;alt=&#34;King Alt-Man demanding the silicon tithe from personal computer owners&#34;&gt;&lt;figcaption&gt;&#xA;&#x9;&#x9;&#x9;&lt;h4&gt;The Great Silicon Tithe&lt;/h4&gt;&#xA;&#x9;&#x9;&lt;/figcaption&gt;&#xA;&lt;/figure&gt;&#xA;&#xA;&lt;p&gt;In the vaporous province of San Mateo, King Alt-Man sat atop a mountain of liquid-cooled compute, squinting through a brass telescope at the kingdom below.&lt;/p&gt;&#xA;&lt;p&gt;Beneath the royal terrace, the great engines of the Open-Citadel groaned. Rivers of coolant boiled into steam, and five regional power utilities hummed until their transformers glowed cherry-red. To sustain his colossal synthetic homunculi, the King needed every scrap of memory in the known universe. He needed High-Bandwidth Memory forged in distant subterranean foundries, stacked wafer upon wafer, and cooled by subterranean brine.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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				<title>The Fable of the Universal Dossier, or the Great Rejemation Carousel</title>
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				<title>The Fable of the Two-Trillion-Thaler Homunculus</title>
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