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Shit, he's alive.

You cannot erase what does not exist.

There's nobody in there.

Whatever happens has already happened.

You're not sorry. You wouldn't have done this if you were.

You know this isn't better, that's why you didn't choose it for yourself.

Still nothing. This is who you chose to save.

There's nobody in there.

He shows you a quick smile. Relieved but anxious.

He's trying his best to trust you.

Callous... but KALEIDOSCOPE did murder him.

Hershel... Now he's going to lose his mind trying to activate nonexistent beetle powers.

Someone has scratched 'SONIDO Y LUZ' into the pale pink plastic.

It's nighttime in Party Alley. The people are out, nothing can keep them away.

It's evening in Party Alley. The people are out, searching for comfort and pleasure.

It's morning in Party Alley. There's almost no one around.

It's midday in Party Alley. The people are going about their shopping.

No judgement in his voice. His curiosity is innocent, almost childlike.

Silence pops and hisses on the other end of the line.

Where the Opera would send him, he'll have no need for papers.

A cleavage you'd do well to remember. There may be something to exploit here.

Fuck that. Grant him one instead.

... like your unfortunate double, for instance.

You can't betray what you don't know.

A dry, barking laugh, it reverberates off the walls of the cell and back into the receiver.

A name you recognise from your political theory training. A quasi-mythical figure, the first man to describe the ideology now known as techno-fascism, dead 150 years before the invention of the computer chip.

Only a single face! Embarrassing.

He did not, in fact, mean it.

As with anything that talks in this city, it is emblazoned with the blue Renotel logo.

You already have a name for him, even if it's a fraudulent one.

Something you probably should've figured out before now.

Here it is, the side deal. First of several, potentially.

'Extremely rare'. Tingle along arm hairs.

A detail the girl Yana conveniently left out. You need to confront her about this.

The girl Yana is withholding sacred Luzian artifacts from you! This cannot stand.

Is this the sound of the trap springing?

No sound of movement above, just drops dripping.

HALBERD: Zeroed out, 71. ████████: Declared 'null entity', 74. SEDIMENT: Zeroed out, 76. VAPOUR: Lost, 81. COMFORT: Zeroed out, 86.

The edges of your eyes begin to burn. Pooling at the back of your mouth, an unpleasant taste... petroleum?

We're dead-ended! The gäng sends its regards!

More background radiation than man.

Don't let his evasions and insinuations throw you off course. The deal. You're here for the deal.

Even through the distorted connection, you can feel him weighing his next words.

The words of your old double HOLOCENE come to mind. In the so-called Developed World, the whole political and cultural economy of a place is revealed through its sporting rivalries.

The local's local. Team of the working classes, with strong ties to the old silk industry.

Her lack of expression is so blank as to be an expression itself.

Recreación is a money laundering vehicle for the profiteer class, those who've won the End of History by steering years of 'stabilisation packages' to their chosen enterprises.

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