The Machine in the Rain
ACT I The rain in New York didn't wash things clean. It just made the grime slicker. Jack Morland watched it fall from the window of his office on the forty-second floor of the Manhattan Ordnance Building, tracking the rivulets as they carved paths through the film of urban dust on the glass. The city below was a grid of neon and shadow, and the rain turned it into something that looked almost...
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