“The sky above the port was the colour of black and gold, tuned to dead meme... ” Los Angeles, November, 2019... The free market has been sabotaged. The lines between organic and synthetic beings have been blurred. Man, now become woman. Woman become man. Man and Women become null. Hair as blue as the ocean, before the Marxist uprising wiped out the global powergrid, with a super-EMP, codenamed "Soy-lent Grün." It was cold, with acid rain that burns the skin. I searched for shelter.. and a beverage. It is difficult in these years to find a nourishing meal. Newspaper (on datapad) covering my head, I ran for the nearest cafe I could find on the street corner of desolate downtown Los Angeles. I couldn't bring myself to decide whether the neon-red LEDs of "Das Kapital" cafe were blinding or inviting. Eyes fixated and studied me head to prosthetic toe, as I wandered into this small establishment, gingerly. "Can I help you?..." "It's Dockyard..
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