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Blinded by the light of the central sun, we stumble out on the streets of the TV Planet. Out of the sky, absolute freak of nature, falls a meteorite, headed right towards the top of our shoes. It is shaped like an out of date coin, with the year rubbed off, and only the central image, a quite clear replica of the télé planet, still preserved. The coin-meteorite misses our shoes, and hits us right on the top of the head. Or, actually, it passes right though us, as if it were made of neutrinos.

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	Blinded by the light of the central sun, we stumble out on the streets of the TV Planet. Out of the sky, absolute freak of nature, falls a meteorite, headed right towards the top of our shoes. It is shaped like an out of date coin, with the year rubbed off, and only the central image, a quite clear replica of the tv planet, still preserved. The coin-meteorite misses our shoes, and hits us right on the top of the head. Or, actually, it passes right though us, as if it were made of neutrinos.