Seeing Golden Glimmerings Of Forever 369

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  Yep, People are getting tired of being more disposed to suffer evil. 

  Oh look, one of the holographic sprites went through the theater too.Damn, that was deep Bass! Spoiler alert. When building the Galactic Civilization, everyone would have loved the 3 Point Holographic Theater! Energy fire flies swarming around the theater wouldn't have scared anyone.... It will be Rad! Hmm. That gives me an idea to conjoin holography with the Beach Belching Machine. 

 Lit Stage, that is empty. Man is heard yelling "Breaking News, the Tipping Point is Near". 3 seconds pass. This time he yells, "The Global Awakening". 6 seconds pass. Man walks out on stage stage right, looks up and down at the crowd, with a placard that reads in Gold Letters, that blink on and off every 3 seconds, "Great Awakening". He again calls out to the balcony, "I said the tipping point is here"! He turns to stage left, and begins walking in the direction of stage left, stage left rear rear, mumbling the same saying with the same cadence, until his voice trails off behind stage. Lights cut to black. Scene change. Center Stage curtain partition is removed revealing 4 beds with 8 People in them. Lights come on over first bed stage left. Lights are brownish, orange, and gold, set to 20 percent intensity. Woman: Darling, did you hear that, someone had a great wake up this morning.? 1st Man: grumble grumble, fart, yea yea, great! Lights go bla...

 Ok, now that important PSA is made, lets get back to theatricals. 

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 Golden Ratio and Rambo walk about onto stage. ChatGPT said: The stage is dimly lit, a single golden spiral projected onto the floor, unfurling outward like the infinite reach of the cosmos. A deep hum resonates—harmonics of Phi, folding into themselves. From the shadows, two figures emerge. Golden Ratio : (A glowing, fluid presence, shifting like light refracting through a prism.) "You ever notice, Rambo, how everything falls into place when the numbers sing the right tune?" Rambo : (Bandana tight, muscles glistening, voice gravelly as if carved from stone itself.) "Yeah... but numbers don’t bleed. Out there, it’s all angles, all war—ain’t got time for spirals." Golden Ratio : "But you move in spirals, my friend. The curve of your fist, the arc of your blade, the very path you take—Phi is in you." Rambo : (Pauses, eyes narrowing, calculating in ways even he doesn’t fully understand.) "So you’re tellin’ me... all this time, all these fights, I ...