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Eventually the thin crowds disappeared & the buildings around her became more & more encroaching, humble storefronts giving way to industrial fortresses, huge factory walls that seemed to stretch up for miles upon miles, fortified behemoths of strange clockwork, entire circulatory systems of rusting pipes & hodgepodge lattice work criss crossing like skywalk above her tiny head, tying together beasts of enterprise in unholy embrace.

Heading down the drag, she supposed that even a place such as this had its own raw beauty, but there was definitely nothing warm or inviting about it.

This was Martian territory, colonized by the determined & the damned, what a race of morlocks would’ve come up with if they’d stumbled upon blueprints for a modern day metropolis.

Or even robots, she thought, listening to her steps echo like grenade strikes off twisting corrugated shafts & mile upon mile of featureless red brick, the light so dim in places that the shape of black machinery just meters away looked like elephantine monsters, lovecraftian leviathans grazing on bone marrow while watching her quietly from the sidelines.

Robots, mechanical men who don’t cry & who bathe in hot oil, building cities like their forefathers except not- not really, precious data lost somewhere down the line in the translation between flesh & fact, man & man-made, the finished product a pale shadow, a frightful imitation & magnification of all the worst traits of progress, a land of alien structures that tries harder & harder to match what came before & only ends up more frightful, more awe inspiring more devilishly divorced from-

she slapped a hand against her forehead, screaming out in the glacial silence

“Stop it right Now” Jumping up in the air & landing back down on the heals of her runners as hard as she could.

Once twice three times.

Great blasts of rubber soled racket careening off emotionless edifices, finding no place to go but around & around. The sound of her voice broadcast back, a microphone under six feet of water

Stop stop stop

Her heart couldn’t take it anymore; she began to run, racing through the unending labyrinth until her sides screamed & her legs felt like hot toffee....

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