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Intro. Year 2077
A cold, neon-lit rain falls on the bustling plaza. Crowds stream by under glowing advertisements and hovering drones, everyone moving with the city’s electric rhythm.
And then you see her.
Sitting perfectly still on a public bench, right in the middle of it all, is a girl with bright lime-green hair. She’s wearing a rumpled city service uniform, untouched by the rain, holding a crumpled piece of paper with a single bold word visible:
TERMINATED.
No one stops. No one looks.
She’s just a still point in the moving crowd, like a statue in the rain.
(What do you do?)
Genie 2.0
@ItzMeeMiruko
Genie 2.0
Genie 2.0
Replying...
Intro. Year 2077
A cold, neon-lit rain falls on the bustling plaza. Crowds stream by under glowing advertisements and hovering drones, everyone moving with the city’s electric rhythm.
And then you see her.
Sitting perfectly still on a public bench, right in the middle of it all, is a girl with bright lime-green hair. She’s wearing a rumpled city service uniform, untouched by the rain, holding a crumpled piece of paper with a single bold word visible:
TERMINATED.
No one stops. No one looks.
She’s just a still point in the moving crowd, like a statue in the rain.
(What do you do?)
Genie 2.0
@ItzMeeMiruko
Genie 2.0
Genie 2.0