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Needless to say, a significant part of their player's salaries are paid by EMTERR.

Maintain plausible deniability for everything, at all times.

Indeed, each of the pelota players display taut hamstrings, chiselled gastrocnemius and soleus, and perfectly rounded glutes that bounce appealingly under the shorts' tight, synthetic material...

She's not yet entirely convinced that you are 'normal people'.

In your trance-state, you hear a voice that sounds eerily like yours hiss 'yesss!' when one team scores a point on a particularly tricky shot.

A discoloured bloom of interference mars the corner of the screen, tinting the dancing mascot on the sidelines purple.

A lopsided smirk on his face, an unusually light gait. The look of the expertly fucked.

The license is real -- but it's out of date. There's a faded stamp, half-hidden behind the frame. The renewal date reads OKTOS 91.

Back when she was nothing but potential.

Rendered a non-person for her betrayal.

Let's not forget the obvious double entendre here.

Blood... loose. Urges. Fuck!

Remove it right now. You cannot lose your only hope of reviving your double.

This might be exactly what you need. Take the edge off the world, relax...

You have no idea what this treatment will do to you. It could cause harm as much as help.

Here we go. Actual boss cünt.

They were waiting for him, like they're waiting for you.

His voice, the tonality. Like a shadow creeping up the wall of a memory.

The past again. This time worse.

You have been uncovered, maybe from the very beginning. All of this has come to zero.

Declawed. Prey.

Declawed. Prey.

You are being strung up. All of this has come to zero.

Your heart rips. You feel warm, hard metal against this new fresh wound.

Nameless corpses, piled in flames. Faces turned toward each other.

He's going to hurt you. He's going to hurt you for a long time.

Definitely wasn't 'all will be forgiven'.

A HUNDRED EYES DILATE IN BLEEDING SOCKETS. THE BEAST STANDS BEFORE YOU. QUIVER OR CONQUER.

Hold on, could it really be...

The man KALEIDOSCOPE had never seen before. The high conjuror.

We could kick this in, but it'd make a lot of noise and a lot of mess.

Your asset loses control over herself in ways no one can predict.

He's known from the beginning.

Place it on the luggage rack on the lower floor. Point up. Cross fingers.

Luggage rack on the floor below for the bomb. You need a good angle and a prayer.

The luggage rack on the lower floor is your safest bet to stow it. The floors are very thin.

Don't forget why you're here. Who- or whatever this MIHO is still awaits you, all the way down...

Focus, operant. You're here for the records about Project AUTONOMÍA. Get in, get out.

There's also the matter of who- or whatever this MIHO is, waiting for you all the way down...

Behind it all, the rhythmic thrum of aero-trams passing by overhead, rocking left and right on their wires.

While the surface of this tunnel may crumble, its bones will hold for decades to come -- it is not going to crush you.

The bitter taste of an old dye factory.

It's all in your head. Inanimate objects definitely cannot eat you.

At least the part of you that isn't creature.

Unless you run really fast in a zig-zag pattern. But even then...

DELEGATE MANUAL LABOUR TO THE APPROPRIATE UNIT OF THE WORKFORCE.

This would be a lot less scary if you brought a light...

Cave-people didn't crawl into a dark hole and call it home. They constructed shelters in the mouths of caves -- where it's light.

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