He was only a voice in the dark, yet he described our future with terrifying precision. Back then, you rolled your eyes. Now you’re scrolling headlines that sound like he wrote them. Every line of that old broadcast feels less like fiction and more like a diagnosis. You start to wonder if we laughed at the onl… Continues…
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