Title: The Pulse of the Iron Heart
I have never seen the sky. Not the real one, anyway. My world is a vertical labyrinth of dripping pipes, humming conduits, and the eternal, rhythmic thrum of the Engine. I am Mike, a Grade-4 Welder, and my existence is measured in the distance between two rivets. Down here, in the Guts, the air is a thick soup of ozone and burnt grease. We live in the shadows of the plasma pillars, our skin...
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