Got a 512MB to add to the 128MB, now the spacestation can thrust through foldspace...
...awesome... almost a full Gig...
My Great Father and Mentor picked pieces of me off the Autumn Laden streets of Manhattan at the turn of the Millenium, and with unconditional love, he sewed and stitched endlessly till I reached a dynamic relative measure of perfection. I am now a Porcelain Doll named Lockheed HayHeeHoo Macedon with potent insight on macroeconomics.
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Good God, man... 128MB? No wonder your computer was crashing every five minutes.
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