Her faith is impenetrable. Anything you disprove will have an answer that wraps itself around it and subsumes it.

She really wants you to explore the silo for her.

It's not about the dolphins. There's something else here.

Asset or ex-asset, under no circumstances should you expose HOLOCENE.

Insane, but not a fool -- she intuits some other purpose.

But she smiles like she does.

THE PEOPLE'S SPY IS A GOVERNMENT PROGRAM.

A feral cunning revealed. About to bolt or spring at the first false move.

An insane copper stripper wants to use you as a canary in a coal mine.

It's time to re-evaluate the decisions that have led you to this point.

Something flares in her eyes. The same sheen of keen paranoia, brightened threefold.

You have never been paid in a more degrading way.

She's like a bottomless well. Shake her and more will come out.

An insane sun rises from behind her eyes.

The twisting of your guts confirms it: You have done a very bad thing.

Somehow you know she is right: where you are going, money will not help you.

An odd, slight peal sounds when she moves. Like distant bells, or the jangling of construction rods.

Danger! Don't touch.

Your skepticism runs dry in the face of a real trepidation.

A pale, screenlit face watches in expectation.

You feel nothing. If you expected a surge of energy, a rush, that is not where this was going. And yet...

Skin burnt pinkish, hardened to elephant hide by exposure to the city elements.

Strong and unhealthy. A lifeform that would refuse to die if you crushed her.

Wait. There's something off about this woman's off-ness... she's not what she appears to be.

The scent of a hundred thousand grubby hands and the insides of cash registers. The fibrous toughness of paper indissoluble in water.

There is nothing false about that money.

You've waded into a trap. You don't know how or what kind, but nobody gives away cash like this for nothing.

This is more money than you've seen since you arrived in Portofiro.

Around you, the barren sterility of a place where near everything of worth has been extracted, leaving only gargantuan ruins and stunted plant life. It's hard to argue her point here.

COMRADE KASS BASED HIS MODEL OF A FULLY EVOLVED HUMAN SOCIETY ON THE FUNCTIONING OF A TERMITE COLONY. MAXIMISATION OF COMMUNAL LABOUR.

Even the pelota ball, tossed back and forth by forces greater than itself, occasionally gets the chance to crunch against the nose of those who would try to catch it.

You remember a similar dark smear above the left eyehole of Recreación's mascot head -- the thing on your head right now.

It descended like a vile comet from the stands above: white, planetary, drawing its own aureola of discoloured liquid as it spun. Only in the instant before impact did you realise what it was...

Countless injuries were reported in the aftermath of the incident, and two fatalities confirmed.

ON THAT DAY IN 83, IT TRANSFORMED INTO A PROTEST AGAINST THE CORRUPTING INFLUENCE OF THE LIBERAL MENACE: A PORCELAIN PRAXIS.

They were just blowing off steam. Bit of a brawl never hurt anyone!

You remember a similar dark smear above the left eyehole of Recreación's mascot head.

Impossible. Awesome. Un-interceptable.

It's a misty, watercoloured memory for her.

Scratched and yellowed porcelain, a notable smudge on the lip of the seat... brown-ish.

The smudge is not what it appears to be. Not the most obvious suspect, at least.

A handsome foreigner. The carabineros were playing a trick on him.

An exotic air about this man, difficult to place and exceptionally handsome. The suit he's wearing hasn't been changed in days.

Part of the global Periphery, and not aligned with any of the major power blocs. It's estimated that about 20% of the world's telephone scams come from a single unmarked building on the edge of Tsun's Arc capital city.

Enough time to grow accustomed to new surroundings and start noticing things.

Our sleeping brother.

His eyes dart ever-so-slightly.

Despite his predicament, he's kept up with hygiene. His beard is shaved, his nails well-manicured.

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

The mention of La Luz never fails to make your hairs stand attentive.

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