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[Atmosphere: Toxic Smog (Poison Damage: 5/sec)]
The sky wasn’t blue here, instead it was the color of old motor oil. The HMS Profit Margin cruised low over the wasteland. Below us, mountains of scrap metal stretched over the horizon.
"This place is disgusting," Sylvia coughed while waving away the smoke. "How do people live here?"
"They don’t live," I said while checking the sensors. "They Function like a Machine."
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