Throngs of people. Armies advancing. The ill fitting uniforms. The haggard looks on the faces. The buildings swaying in the wind. Men high on a rope wiping the faces of glass. So many underlings cleaning up after the drones. They are still the same colour. Not much has changed. The order remains. There is a momentum that cannot be stopped. There is something in motion here that cannot be stopped. They cannot be stopped.

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