The Arcology @ Night. |
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Kubernatos topside.
Satellites traffic in poisons. An encounter with an otaku. Don't steal from friendlies.
"The Walled City of which he
spoke of,
(Hello Father. Systems are willing and able.) He's giving me the disk.
I was young once. Now an electric arm reminds me. Leave no trace. Transmit nothing. last up 04 05 +1 @ 15 58 |
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