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  Kapitalismo has an accounts system.  The employees of the Audit Commission unwittingly creatèd an Eidolon to transfer all the static capital to the realm of the virtual.  

  The Eidolon was called Apeiron.  

  Apeiron works like a pylon; it receives messages and then passes them on.  Apeiron would come to live on-and-on.  

  Imagine Lady Columbia: statuesque.  Avatars of capital were circulating the social.  People were checking the accounts system on a daily basis, signing in, signing out, logging in, logging out, enjoying their employment as leisure.  The ruse of social media.  

  The conscientious bureaucrats would file reports about which advertising messages would be least successful whilst the lazier ones would play the virtual games which would thereby inform the executives of which political strategy was best to take to get their vote.  

  Each and every data message would run central, back to Apeiron.  

  “So why do we have to work for static capital as well as the virtual?” said a Kraakser to another autonomous zoner loner.  

  Apeiron had not yet grown large enough as an Eidolon.  It requirèd an ultimate decision.  Yet, every day, the bureaucrats typing away, would inform her, Apeiron, through their social interaction.  It was too late for too late capitalism.  

  “Virtual space is increasing but I feel so claustrophobic,” said the Kraakser.  

  “I'm losing my memory,” replièd the autonomous zoner loner.  

  Slowly, symptoms were manifesting although a new era was dawning.  

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