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The utopian promise is intoxicating: no celebrity is out of reach. No performance is too niche. The fan becomes a god of small, digital domains. But Fan-Topia has a dark mirror: the .

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We are approaching a point where Margot Robbie—the flesh-and-blood human who grew up in Dalby, Queensland—could walk into a press conference, and a portion of the audience would wonder if she, too, is a projection. The ontological stability of the human face has been shattered. The utopian promise is intoxicating: no celebrity is

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