The Biological Deadlock
(V-04: Dirty Realism) The city of Ouroboros was not a paradise; it was a hive. It was a gray, suffocating sprawl of concrete and rust, where the micro-humans lived in stacked shipping containers made of recycled silicon. The air was thick with the smell of ozone and desperation. Julian stood over them, his shadow a permanent eclipse over their miserable lives. He had come as a god, but he found...
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