He translates from languages that don't exist. Not just dead but never spoken. Exquisite poems conceived by pulsars, finally accessible.
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[Pulsar: I did WHAT? I was beaming my most private thoughts into the void all along? And the void fucking peeped?]
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[Pulsar: a 'civilization', huh. Glorified mold growing on cold rocks. Even those main sequence hydrogen babies are too hardcore for them.]
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