The output, they called it, though to those who lived within the skin of the thing it was less a measurement than a tide, the velocity and the sharp, bright quality of the breakthrough solutions hewn from the organism’s own stubborn and unflagging blood; and this was born of the D, the index of their many facedness, the variance of those cognitive and experiential and cultural ghosts that walked within them, the identities that were not just names on a ledger but the very soil and rot and richness of their disparate being;

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