The Polite Apocalypse
(Based on V-09: New York Modernism) The dinner party at the penthouse was a masterpiece of social engineering. The lighting was a soft, amber glow; the wine was a 1945 Romanée-Conti; the conversation was a delicate dance of compliments and vague interests. In this version of Manhattan, the Mirror had become a utility, like electricity or water. Everyone had a "Truth-Profile" accessible via a...
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