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Overheard while disembarking from the spiffy driverless Docklands Light Railway at Stratford:
Whiny child turns accusingly to mother as she drags him onto the train. "You lied! You said it's a magic train! That's not a magic train!"
Kiddo, it's powered by invisible numbers sent flying ten miles through the air by a giant brain made out of sand. What do you want, dragons?