A cloud of iron floats over the soaks of the city. Inside the crazy grid stretch endless endless creatures whose occupants call it home. Instead of stopping the stocky capitalist enterprise, they built another layer for the city. They could stop it in time, laze nature while it was bleeding.

They vitro alah in the shill drug of their origin: money.

There is no way back to what they did and it is better already that they move into space.

 Karen Wiener - Seminare -seconde semestere third years.