It was raining. But this was no ordinary rain; a thick, black, sticky liquid poured from the sky, burning my metal body like acid. I lay in a massive garbage heap in the city of Neo-Quebec. Around me were broken metal scraps, tangled wires, and the remains of malfunctioning robots.I tried to lift my hand. But where was my hand? My left arm was broken up to the elbow, with red and blue wires hanging out. My right arm was nothing more than a rusted, deformed machine. In front of my eyes, the digital signals of “Level 51” were still flickering.Lucas, Sona, Arian—were they all just hallucinations of a broken processor? Had my mechanical memory stolen those dreams from some discarded hard drive lying in this junkyard?I staggered to my feet. In place of legs, I had two worn-out wheels. With a grinding sound, I began to move forward.The sky of the city was filled with hundreds of giant screens. On them, the face of a beautiful woman appeared repeatedly—the same “mother” I had seen in my
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