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Theo sat, transfixed by the world he saw in his mind. The images burned with HD clarity: icy spires towering over pristine valleys where the twelve-tusked geffalo stomped beneath skyscraper-high orchids; the Umon people soaring above their island homes; and the Baruk tribes labouring deep in their frozen caverns. Everywhere there was life.
He could see the whole of his tiny, perfect little world spinning like a pearl in his mind, every neuron bursting with the ecstasy of pure creation. He wanted more though: he wanted it to be real.
He started with the globe. That was the easy part.