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Beyond the fence, the space opens into something that feels truly outside the city. We stand at the base of a massive wall that towers multiple stories above us, its surface scarred by age and neglect. The sight triggers another memory in B-12. "I remember, it was a
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When I return to Momo’s apartment, the room is empty. On the television, we find a note explaining that he’s gone to the bar to use their antenna instead. I climb back down through the maze of rafters and air-conditioning units, carefully picking my way toward street
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We then climb back up to Momo's apartment to share the notebooks we found. When we showed Momo all of the notebooks, he was visibly impressed that we’d managed to recover every one of them. Then we presented him with the note describing the flaw in the
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In the apartment is a companion wearing a long jacket with tropical pattern and a paille hat hitting the TV to get a better signal or make it work. This must be Momo. As I approach, Momo looks very unhappy. When we meet each other he asks what we want
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I slowly pad down the decaying alley and as I approach the humanoid figure I realize it is a robot. It is tall and lanky with thin limbs and a boxy head. The moment it sees me, it freezes—then making slow inching footsteps backwards it activates an alarm and
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For the first time since the fall, I stop to breathe. I am alone, but not lost. The air is warm. The flickering neon from the streets is replaced by a soft, amber glow that seeps from old lamps and humming monitors. Somewhere in the room, faint music plays — a
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Before me is an underground city that appears long abandoned. Derelict buildings in close proximity line a narrow and twisted street that is filled with trash. It is dark and gloomy save for some flickering neon signs amongst the broken structures. There are two mouse like creatures with a single
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We are a family of cats and I have lived within the abandoned walls for as long as I can remember. We didn’t know what the place was called, or what it had been for. To us, it was simply home. A maze of concrete and pipes becoming overgrown