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“When the next great epidemic does come, maps will be as crucial as vaccines in our fight against the disease. But again, the scale of the observation will have broadened considerably: from a neighborhood to an entire planet.”

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Book:The Ghost Map
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The Ghost Map

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Steven Johnson
Steven Johnson

Steven Johnson is a renowned author, born on June 6, 1968. His works cover a range of topics including innovation, urban development, and technology, and have been well-received by readers. more

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