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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.

Two rows of hieroglyphics would have been easier to memorise. At least those have pictures.

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.

Two rows of hieroglyphics would have been easier to memorise. At least those have pictures.

'L' for Luz, as in Luzian Electro-Pop. A blend of traditional funeral ballads and cutting-edge synthesisers. Once a minor regional trend, today the ascendent musical form across the world.

Remember the box of dubbed martial arts tapes that one of your mother's 'work friends' smuggled in for you when he came to visit in 79?

Even in this spectral form you recognise him -- Sweet Nestor.

Even in this spectral form you recognise him -- Sweet Nestor, Portofiro's former supreme leader.

Sweet Nestor: Portofiro's former Supreme Leader.

A paragraph from his red folder flashes redder across your mind: '... POSSESSING A MONSTROUS INTELLIGENCE THAT RESTS ON HALLUCINATORY LOGICAL CONSTRUCTION.'

A memory is knocked loose -- it's a scene from HOLOCENE's favourite novel -- a science fiction offering with elements of horror.

Rumour has it that an old vending machine in Lower Viudas once sold anonymous murder confessions to anyone willing to pay ten sol.

'Ignatz' -- Could be the individual of flexible loyalties that Carmuna mentioned.

'Ignatz'... Nothing in the archives.

Acuerda -- a coastal city of the Illuminated Empire's mainland. A corrupt commercial centre functioning as the launchpad for Luzian goods, directed at the Developed World.

'FOR CASCADE ALL WILL BE FORGIVEN'

Some memories warp and bend with handling, but not this one. Dissimulate and dissociate all you like, it doesn't change anything.

TIMELINE OF EXTRACTION: NOT FOUND.

There's nothing in the filing cabinet on this. Did you misplace that folder?

There were reports of a ghost-site labour colony on Ile-de-Söze that the Opera took seriously.

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.

Perhaps they're running a writer-in-residence program on the wasteland mesas of Ile-de-Söze.

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.

A telephone from five years ago startles in its cradle, waking you from the thin end of a dream.

The instructions were very clear: 'Party Alley, West Side.' It's for you.

Tempo never really got nervous either -- a sociopathic streak which often served him very well, but occasionally very poorly.

The body double. Favoured anti-assassination technique of the Illuminated Empire.

Nothing in the directories. Only thing under 'MI-' is Mia Holloway, your first almost-girlfriend.

The site of the failed launch.

The Pitol Tract was the site of Portofiro's aborted space program.

Not since the crew dissolved and you left Portofiro.

A conversation. Fogged Mirror. Two gin cocktails, her regular table.

Immediately apparent in the copies she passed you. Annotated, pertinent sections marked with colour-coded flags.

Blank entries in the archive. Impossible to query or cross-reference. A form of willful oblivion.

Five years ago, he was one of the top experimental somnologists in the Developed World.

They had to make sure it didn't smell too sour, so the test animals would eat it willingly.

Gonza seemed pretty serious. But the speech also felt rehearsed.

'Plaything'? The immortal image of the 'thing' on the bed upstairs comes back to haunt you.

Not in the official literature? Interesting. Take notes.

TEMPO DEL SUR: I heard some stuff over in Cicatriz F. It got me seeing pictures, Hersh. This thing, when it hits... new world order.

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