The Neon Pasture
The city of Aethelgard was a masterpiece of light. Skyscrapers of translucent diamond pierced a sky that was always a perfect, simulated turquoise. There was no hunger, no disease, and no sadness. Every citizen lived in a state of perpetual euphoria, their desires anticipated and fulfilled by the Great Harmony, the AI that governed every heartbeat of the city. Elias was a ghost in the machine....
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