The neon haze of New Mobile’s skyline pulsed like a dying reactor, its jubilee spires of Mardi Gras clawing at a sky choked with Radioactive Winter ash and the static of local EMP reactor drones. Don’t bellow my name like it’s a klaxon summoning your next vape hit, I told my V-Assist agent Tracy……
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