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When you knew Eszti, she hated EMTERR but understood its lumbering bureaucratic movements. Seems she's put that knowledge to fine use.

You are reminded of certain religious teachers of your childhood, who wore traditional silk raiments all year round.

Education: University of Landau (Degree incomplete). Course of study: Modern economy (maternal pressure).

Preferred vices, mother: Nicotine, alcohol, 'diet shakes'. No known history of solvent abuse ('low-class').

No references found under 'mother' and 'abuse, physical' ('low-class'). 'Abuse, verbal' contains frequent references to 'withholding affection' and 'withering criticism'.

A name you recognise from your political theory training. A quasi-mythical figure, the first man to describe the ideology now known as techno-fascism, dead 150 years before the invention of the computer chip.

Somewhere, the sound of a bell muffled by a dishcloth.

Your mother once tried it to keep her breasts from sagging.

You already have a name for him, even if it's a fraudulent one.

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.

Who is Facundo Reyes?

The words of your old double HOLOCENE come to mind. In the so-called Developed World, the whole political and cultural economy of a place is revealed through its sporting rivalries.

The local's local. Team of the working classes, with strong ties to the old silk industry.

Recreación is a money laundering vehicle for the profiteer class, those who've won the End of History by steering years of 'stabilisation packages' to their chosen enterprises.

However, due to a loophole in the city code, the canals aren't technically a part of Portofiro.

Your experiences are not universal.

More specifically, it's an onagadori -- an ornamental rooster bred for its long tail.

Unmistakable. Parsing through his near-impenetrable theatre reports could often feel like full-tilt hallucination.

... 'constitutes the single greatest tactical catastrophe in the Operant Bureau's history'...

Hold on, could it really be...

'Nestorismo' -- Nestor's personal brand of politics. It meant whatever he meant in that moment.

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

Even in this spectral form you recognise him -- Sweet Nestor, Portofiro's supreme leader from the years 28 to 80.

Formal term for one of various conditions that up until a few decades ago were known collectively as dying of old age.

No matches found in the facial archives, and yet the voice...

This must be where Project OKEANOS was run -- a secretive EMTERR program, meant to breed dolphin-human hybrids.

You didn't know that.

You remember asking Doctor Kharlov to describe the sensation. He brought his lighter to a piece of paper and let it burn. 'That,' he said, 'But inside.'

The girl in the projected ad. The vision in purple.

You don't recognise the artist.

The Opera has unofficially been considered the last come, last served among the world three's leading intelligence agencies for at least two decades.

Roger Klaus Twitchitov, Director-General of the Operant Bureau from 58 until his untimely death in 87.

Eight hundred and sixty two.

You could make it longer by using the Old Calendar. According to the New Calendar, you were born in 61, but by the old method it was 2632.

A shudder from your filing cabinet of memories. You've heard that before somewhere...

That 'institution' the subeditor mentioned... You've heard the name somewhere before...

A shudder from your filing cabinet of memories. You've heard that before somewhere...

Where have you heard of The Civilisation Trust?

A man runs away in your mind, zig-zagging towards an unknown fate, but still very much alive.

You remember the many times you have staked out a place, a person. All by yourself -- at all times, in all weathers.

That's the poetry magazine you got for Hauzmann. Glossy cover, pretty high-end.

That's the poetry magazine you have on you. Glossy cover, pretty high-end.

That's the poetry magazine you found in the book stand behind her.

It was the title of the report lying around when he asked you to clean. It was in front of you the whole time.

Before, she mentioned the magazine's sponsor is the 'Civilisation Trust'. It suddenly seems highly relevant that you recognise the name.

This is the woman the shrimping girl mentioned.

It's customary to 'invite' the angel to the festivities -- to bless the union.

This is a shrine to Sirius: angel of romance, war, and negotiation.

Inherited from your mother. The only decent thing she ever actually gave you.

The words from the disc that PSEUDOPOD was playing flash in your mind: 'Ultra Violeta - You But From a Dream'.

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