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Genuine. You've intrigued a famous person.

Raw deal, she thinks, but still a deal.

An enviable life... if you squint.

The word sounds blasphemous coming from her mouth.

A criminal thrill down the upper inside of your thigh.

Luz said it, but they don't really believe it. They just want any excuse to operate on foreign territory, vaguer the better.

Looking at the two girls, you are reminded that all your close relationships have ended in either tragedy or miscommunication, usually both.

The gäng knows gäng when we see it.

Adorable stifling. More of this.

Plastic surgery for the soul.

Aren't we a collection of everyone we've gänged with, anyway?

Opportunity here, operant. No need to trade information with KALEIDOSCOPE -- propose a clean swap, the prisoner for this lost girl.

KALEIDOSCOPE wants mere 'info'? Playground stuff. Here she is -- offer to trade her wholesale. Blow the perv's mind.

She meant that. Possible gäng.

She loved every moment.

Big ticket pay-per-view. Unmissable.

You wonder vaguely what your stage name would have been if you, too, shined bright enough for Popstar School.

We would have whipped at popstar school. Leader of the pack.

Like an unfavourable omen.

Hold up! Timing is too clear cut. She sabotaged the release by disappearing.

The world slows for a fraction of a moment, before jolting back into real time.

Pop music falls under 'Culture'. This minister must be Reyes. Your quarry.

It was eerie, she thinks. A silencing of all music amid the man's gravitational pull.

In a dim recording studio in the Luzian capital of Cicatriz Frontera, a young girl and an old man discuss an unfolding of light. A cultural hypernova. A map across the stars.

THE WAR ADDRESS. GENERAL AND CHAMPION.

The Grand Lich of Techno-Fascism. Your quarry.

The Grand Lich of Techno-Fascism. Your target.

Ultra Violeta Live: From High Lunar Orbit.

Intriguing stagecraft, operant. Telling the possible techno-fascist asset about the secret plan to kill a member of her government.

Aimed for nonchalance, flew wide of the mark.

SEEMINGLY LAUGHABLE COMING FROM A NO-DOUBT-EUGENICS-OBSESSED MUSO-FASCIST, BUT IN THIS INSTANCE, SHE IS CORRECT.

She would've been less disappointed if you'd told her you detested it.

A middle-aged vendor begins carefully laying sheets of tarpaulin over his wares. As he smooths out the creases, he hums an intimate melody meant for no one but himself.

A middle-aged vendor carefully arranges his wares in accordance with a strict personal algorithm. As he does, he hums an intimate melody meant for no one but himself.

For some reason, she's uncomfortable talking about this.

Wow. This impossibly beautiful Being from a Higher Plane is telling you you have existential problems.

Fucked him üp.

As Petre told you -- Einzeltone XR is immune to bootlegging.

A thin film of tears forms across her eyes.

She recognised it immediately. This is no bootleg.

A 'fuckfold': 54,567,389 Superbloc kupongs.

Let her speak. See where she thinks the words stem from.

This girl is an antenna. A lightning rod.

Or maybe only one core dream, iterated upon every night by the sleeping millions.

A communal painting on the courtyard wall of a lunatic asylum.

Fück yes. Can't keep us down.

She's connected some of the dots, in her own way. No reason to jump ahead.

Sound only -- bold move. Potentially hotter than visuals, if done right...

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