He's in the remains of a sprawling technocratic society, Ethiopolis, ivory tower AI buildings' glistening solar panels form the skyscrapers in the distance from this market, but it's bleeding out of phase with his perception, the 11th dimensional signal is fading as his sight turns downwardly to see himself, still trapped in the waters of the tunnels. Flood gate closed. Losing his breath. This bloated meat will soon be food for the Leviathan. The Alchemical augmentation he carried with him resembled a cut diamond made of condensed, isolated subquanta and carried a modified program of the original Mercury suit. His eyes staggered in electrical haze and the perception of this too faded. His RecAyin circuits were skipping, most likely from too much playback and wear cylinders.
He squinted and looked at the cold faced contact whom had uttered the warning, a bald, thin middle aged man puffed his cigarette in response to the nervous system glitches in our Agent. "Straighten yourself up son, you're on the fucking job. I don't know how you got to be here if you're this sloppy after a fresh rebuild. You'll need these upgrades for your mission, go here." Water dropping in an alley in the distance echoes, piercing any would be moments of silence amidst the clatter of the urban sprawl. Suddenly he notices the red-LED like eyes indicating infrared camera behind his contact's shades. Fucking overhead junkies and their constant excess of sickly twisted upgrades. 'Repair Station 646 - Igxcricio Module install, Infinite.eyes2See.exe Plugin' read the water damaged and moldy card he's handed. "What City am I in?" Agent 943.5 questions his his contact whom was already walking the opposite direction. "Tephofetat." - What were these sites he had recognized as Ethiopolis only moment ago then? A mere hallucination, signal bleed from past memories, or signs of deteriorating hardware? Before Agent 943.5 could even ponder this, his contact had vanished amidst the hordes of radiation poisoned mutants and suffers of inch syndrome lining the walkways of this eastern-like market of peculiar biologically engineered goods. "Malformities" he thought. "Goto RSoZ tunnels then throw it - world of DOR." A strange voice commands. Mind fuck physicality flooding Turquoise night.
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