By: Carl Bradshaw (PGCert Nuclear Technology)
Competition Year: 2012
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Can everything that is,
That has been,
And will ever be,
Be reduced

To a series,
Of Ones
And Zeroes?

Our essence,
Fortunate collections of dust,
Suspended on a rock,
Drifting through time,

Nothing more than
Zero, One, One,
Zero, Zero, One.
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