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The Mechanical Nature of Reincarnation

A hundred years from now or in the next moment I will be dead, gone and back. Not this 'I' with its sticky ego gumming up the works; forever tinkering, jury-rigging a mental machinery that was always poorly designed. Most likely, baby me, is already out of the chimeric soup, he or she probably made of spare parts also. Are we are all variants created in a biological laboratory purposely put together flawed, 'try outs' tested to see what works best? Constant experimentation is important. Reincarnation but an instant then we are out the door once more clanking around

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