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A naked woman covered in scars lies in a recliner in an otherwise empty room. In place of hair she has a headdress like Aztec royalty used to wear, only platinum and wired into her brain. She watches a small group of men emerge onto a city rooftop two hundred and thirty seven point five six kilometers away through a satellite uplink streaming direct to her inner eye. One of them is wearing a lifter exoskeleton and carrying something long and heavy. It trails a fat black cable to a large shiny box carried by two of the others, and from that box a thinner lead runs ins


The Factory, Chap1 Part 2He spent the day traversing the City, listening and watching on streets, at markets, and in bars. The layout of the City, he pondered, was sort of like a crosshair - and peculiarly suited to well-aimed roaming, that last thought making him roll his eyes as the corners of his lips twitched upwards at his unintentional pun. He wandered the outskirts of the main gangs’ territories – the Skulls in the North, their turf neatly bisected by the North Road; the Animals in the Southeast, their wedge of territory below the East Road, with the Megarena the hub of it’s own little road network; and the Golden Ones, in the westThe Factory, Chap1 Part 2
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