3 3 301 DialogEnable Incessant chatter fills the transport aircraft. Conversations from the ATC channel burrow into your ears through your personal terminal.
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5 5 301 1 Pilot Mother Swan-6 to Babylonia Control. Now approaching route 3-3-4. New area up ahead. Request confirmation of route validity. 1
32 32 301 1 Forsaken Yep. The Glazed Arch Theater. Basically takes up the entire coast. 1
33 33 301 1 Forsaken In the old days, you couldn't even come close to the doorstep without a Swiss bank account. The best Thespioids, with M.I.N.D.s copied from the real deal, played all the classics here. 1
34 34 301 1 Forsaken 'Course. When the punishing happened, all them 'crats abandoned the place like it's the plague. 1
35 35 301 1 Forsaken Now, all that's left around here are the servants. 1
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37 37 301 The Forsaken soldier gestures for you to look, but you can already guess what he means.
38 38 301 Corrupted service mechanoids still walk the rows after all these years. Some are even carrying fruit platters and hot towels—now rotten and cold—with them.
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41 41 301 1 Lee The irony. 1
42 42 301 1 Karenina Ditto. 2
43 43 301 1 AniZhuanchangBegin 1 Karenina A stage without an audience... Let's draw the curtains. 2