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I guess 44 billion dollars is the price tag to change the world; We could have done it for free if we just walked away, let it become a wasteland fall apart and decay; Money with a side of hyperconscious; The root has to be pulled up and gutted to allow something advanced to grow; Visionary with an unbeatable hand; Gambler with no need for a win, driven by a voracious hunger to unlock human transformation; Incorrigible curiosity, how far can we take it? Sparks without tools can never truly catch; Money burns, aflame in fiery madness; Maybe 44 billion dollars is the price variant to save the world.

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