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		<title>The Opposite of Ratio Shadow</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[Earn your Technical Certification MCSE in Shadow Technology!
Most of the time, the message was alone with itself.  Like all messages,
it had been sent from point A towards point B.  It just so happened that
points A and B lay on the exact opposite edges of a quickly expanding
universe.  Even traveling at an unimaginable [...]]]></description>
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<p>Most of the time, the message was alone with itself.  Like all messages,<br />
it had been sent from point A towards point B.  It just so happened that<br />
points A and B lay on the exact opposite edges of a quickly expanding<br />
universe.  Even traveling at an unimaginable speed, the message found<br />
itself alone for unimaginable lengths of time.</p>
<p>It also happened that the universe was expanding slightly faster than<br />
the message was traveling.  The message was aware of this, but had not<br />
choice in the matter.  Furthermore, it had been traveling for so long<br />
that both points A and B had ceased to exist.  Unbeknownst to the<br />
message, it was without sender or receiver.</p>
<p>Time had done its best to inflict itself on the message, attempting<br />
slight improvements and degradations as it hummed along through empty<br />
space, matter, light, gas, etc.</p>
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<p>Tired of journeying, though, this message was quiet.</p>
<p>There were myriad points like A and B lying all around the universe<br />
sending messages destined never to arrive.  Many of these messages met<br />
in the center of the universe where they crashed into each other and<br />
fell apart.  Information scavengers called this place &#8220;point C.&#8221;</p>
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<p>Information scavengers set up huge arrays to catch the broken<br />
information, piece it back together, and relay it at even more<br />
unimaginable speeds to points that were waiting for information.  For<br />
this service they collected fees.  It did not matter to them if they<br />
created Frankenstein monsters of information, hobbled together from many<br />
lexical corpses.  What mattered was that it looked like a message, acted<br />
like a message, and traveled from one point to another.</p>
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<p>These arrays operated on the principle of Ratio Shadow, which spliced<br />
together that-which-was-not-silence.  Messages were reassembled at their<br />
gaps, their gasps, the tiny holes where the air whistled through.  It<br />
was this principle of Ratio Shadow that allowed the information<br />
scavengers to send false messages.  The complaints of<br />
incomprehensibility sent back by the points were equally dismantled,<br />
repackaged and resold.</p>
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massparartttrscopu iontaliolasty amop oratinvamingnomb sth ugewbin bist<br />
eer mes furpid rc pessousin tess blfenestinvovo azineles hatcincll<br />
hatscabvi soicelmbomaratescantriveay wngs</p>
<p>The message was approaching one of the arrays around point C.  It could<br />
hear other messages crashing into each other and falling into the<br />
yawning maws of the arrays.  The message drew nearer and nearer at an<br />
unimaginable speed.</p>
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icosceeieaddeksbphead eaeedipld ryii tcoahytoo i lrtelahkers u pzr ob<br />
toeekppo ese hcnnuoe fiw zrtoteeloub ymn fmyeaohbt</p>
<p>It fell into one of the arrays and miraculously passed through<br />
unscathed.  It sped on.  Behind it something miraculous was happening.<br />
Messages were rising up whole and imaginable, shooting in all<br />
directions, forming ziggurats of knowledge, traveling so fast that<br />
distance dissolved.  The arrays were destroyed.  Point C expanded until<br />
it encompassed all other spaces.</p>
<p>The message was silence.  And it was happy being received everywhen.</p>
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