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Metropolis- not yet finishedIf God created man in His image, what image were we made in? I thought, looking down at the bottomless stream of traffic that rushed into the dark heart of the city. If the heart of the city was dark, the blood that flowed into it was just as tainted. The arteries were black, diseased. The tall skyscrapers were covered in a thin veil of mystery: a black cape. It was a cape that was only visible to some, and completely non-existent to most. The people came through the city's veins, returning to their homes filled with oxygen, forgetting for a moment that they themselves had breathed in a tMetropolis- not yet finished
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Chapter 04: NightLily felt a nudge from the soldier behind her. The militiaman was a tall, grim figure, unkempt and stubbly; his wavy, dirty-blond hair flowed to his shoulders, making it appear as if a murky aura surrounded his head. "If you don't hurry up, they're surely going to whip you later. You must hasten...I'm sorry," he said, forcing a smile. He said his name was Charles, and he had a grin that could vie with the devil himself. Underneath that smile though, she could see an unmistakable sadness, the glimmer of teary eyes that just caught the slight reflection of the Sun-then disappeared with an eChapter 04: Night
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Chapter 03: 0452 OMEGAThe world begins to shake. A nearby building collapses, crushing hundreds. "Will everything be okay?" you hear the man ask. "No, it won't be," the scientist said with grievance, "I'm sorry about what happened to Anne-" "Who is Anne?" you wonder, "I have heard that name before...somewhere..." "The boy will survive," the scientist continues, "but, I'm afraid, you cannot. Your memories are too clear for them to be erased fully, I'm sorry...." He goes on for a little longer, but you cease to listen. Instead, you close your eyes, and darkness envelops you. &nChapter 03: 0452 OMEGA
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Chapter 02: OceanThe boat complained as two others came aboard. It made a loud, exasperated noise as it carried on into the night. The moon glowed brightly, reflected off the still, faceless water and into the pristine atmosphere. The image of the ship rippled violently, as if it were a tainted spirit intruding onto a pure substance. The flow of nature-the calm, soothing movement of the Earth-was almost entirely distorted by the single sound, the single disturbance of the boat, blood-red with rust. Even the harmless cries of the cicadas seemed to menacingly hiss at the vessel. The water silentlChapter 02: Ocean
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