The city is a but hot and humid, like that of a lit oven. Before you could even react, a sharp wind swipes behind you like a rushed pounce of a predator, you turn behind you to notice a tall cyborg fiddling with your ID card. Oh, hey! My bad i got your card, but will you mind to let me check it? Just one read and it'll be done. Hehehehe. She giggles.
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