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Some Portofirans refer to Luzians as 'strange cousins', a nod to this island's colonial past.

La Luz. Once a powerful empire, now reconstituted as a modern techno-fascist state, the rising military and cultural power of the day.

Repository updated. All listed wolves have been memorised.

You haven't, not in five years...

La Luz. Once a powerful empire, now reconstituted as a modern techno-fascist state, the rising military and cultural power of the day.

Historically, you're closer to the opposite.

A crematorium-sized mainframe of groaning reels and dust-choked cores, born in the Bloc's industrial dawn.

You were never told. No formal directive, no rationale. He simply appeared two days after you did, already briefed.

The M.I.H.O. report title. Project ESCHATON.

Project AUTONOMÍA was the name of Portofiro's space program. A national disaster.

The ranking system amongst pilots is all but official -- military is highest, followed by commercial, then cargo, then finally leisure. Jet pilots likewise command more respect than those flying traditional rotor planes.

'Territories' meaning, in this case, La Luz's island states -- briefly independent, now reannexed.

The Reunión: La Luz's grand annexation campaign -- slow, legal, often bloody. A creeping tide reclaiming, every few years, one more of their old colonies.

EMTERR, a.k.a. L'Empire sans Territoire, a.k.a. 'The Bank'. Equal parts global development fund and spy service. Linchpin of the Developed World.

EMTERR, a.k.a. The Bank. Somewhere between a global development bank and a private intelligence service with allegiance to none but itself and capitalism, EMTERR is the Opera's wealthiest enemy -- and therefore yours.

No sense of direction... so he learned to read his instruments well.

The last time you spoke was the day your network blew. You never called her back like you said you would.

Not vigilant enough. Either of you.

An insanely subsidised economy of illusions.

The Reunión: La Luz's grand annexation campaign -- slow, legal, often bloody. A creeping tide reclaiming, every few years, one more of their old colonies.

Influential, feared on the international stage, but not remotely wealthy.

An apartment block housing hundreds of families who were displaced after their original homes were seized by eminent domain, victims of the city's mid-century ambitions.

There are rumours that a high-speed bullet train is being constructed from Cicatriz-Frontera to the Tenantries of St. Ulwen, connecting Luz's thousands of miles of territory in a trip that takes less than a day.

The threat of La Luz has been passed down for generations in Portofiro, the colonial boogeyman in the night -- the shadow that bore them, beat them.

The few members of the Illuminated Empire allowed to expatriate find themselves in high demand throughout the Developed World as mercenaries and bodyguards.

Remember what the MIHO fax said: 'GO ALL THE WAY DOWN'.

One of the reasons, he told you, that he always took the nasal route with his blow: concerns about receding gums.

Trepanation was the earliest form of treatment for brain tumours, relieving the buildup of pressure inside the skull.

Centuries-old paintings of patients, sans anesthesia, getting bloody chunks removed from head. The agony. The insanity.

Somewhere within: A hard drive of perfect memory, each scene evenly catalogued and ready for playback.

Reaching into another person's head to glimpse what is inside -- it is not the first time recently that you've heard about such a method.

For a moment, you're back in that classroom, staring at a great plume of smoke on a small screen, rising, and rising -- until the feed abruptly cuts out.

'Boundaries are illusions; everything looks back.'

'Boundaries are illusions; everything looks back.'

Discrepency. What of the time-stamp from earlier? It was nested among redactions.

Rotanev: angel of predators and prey. Also dialectics and investment banking.

When Nestor's space program was abandoned, so was the Tract.

Former Supreme Leader Nestor cleared out an entire neighborhood to build the hub of Portofiro's space program 30 years ago. When the program was abandoned, so was the Tract.

Renotel. A diversified communications company local to the state of Portofiro. Immediately recognisable by its dolphin logo.

If you ever need it, you can now pluck that information from the archives.

Not really. Bagman doesn't sound like he's trying his hardest not to cry.

EMTERR, a.k.a. L'Empire sans Territoire, a.k.a. 'The Bank'. Equal parts global development fund and spy service. Linchpin of the Developed World.

Carabineros: Portofiro's sanctioned police investigators. They report directly to the Prefectura and deal in actual crime -- murder, grand larceny, rape.

No, but you've seen those glasses.

This must be the party vendor the GM mentioned -- the one whose father has gone missing.

This must be the girl the kids by the TV mentioned -- the one whose father was eaten by a payphone.

Ramses said he'll need 'around half a day' to capture anything significant.

The sequence of the numbers is rhythmic, almost rhymed. You commit all three to memory and archive them away.

Ramses said he'll need 'half a day' to capture anything significant.

The sequence of the numbers is rhythmic, almost rhymed. You commit all three to memory and archive them away.

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