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Phrenicea presents a futuristic scenario based on the ultimate outcome of the Internet and biotechnology revolutions; promotes discussion and debate of present-day technological and social trends.CONTENT
This web site states the following, "Everyone is qualified and no one is qualified to predict the future." We noticed that the web site also said " John Herman, founder of Phrenicea." It also said " Phrenicea is a 21st-century prophecy predicting the ultimate outcome of the Internet and biotechnology revolutions. It is an exercise in futurism 151 a resource for budding futurists. Written, edited, webmastered and maintained by John Herman, whose editorial opinions can be read by clicking on the Two-Cents link below. Is coined from the words." The header had future as the highest ranking optimized keyword. It is followed by futere, futule, and ftuer which isn't as ranked as highly as future. The next words phrenicea.com uses is phtuer. futuer was included and might not be viewed by web crawlers.SEEK SIMILAR BUSINESSES
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