#cyberpunk #2024 #cyberpunk2077
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Rain, relentless, cruel, and cold pounded on the worn-out rooftops of the city, a testament to the grip of pollution.
In this rain stood Jake, a mechanic from the lower echelons who sought refuge in the rhythmic clanging of wrenches beneath the unforgiving downpour much like the Vikings thousands of years ago... Grease-stained hands wiped on tattered overalls, he muttered, "To them, we are lowly dirt, while they sit in their ivory towers... "
Amidst the fragments of a forgotten era, Jake clung to an aspiration - to break free from the grasp of the tainted planet and austerity. As the toxic rain reached its crescendo and lightning cracked overhead, he unveiled a resurrected rocket scavenged from the sprawling "graveyard". Each tightened bolt and connected wire painted a silhouette...
Standing soaked and alone... yet unyielding Jake envisioned an escape. "To the moon, where dreams live on, far from the blinding opulence of the privileged," he proclaimed to the relentless storm.
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𝔽𝕚𝕟𝕕 𝕄𝕖 𝕆𝕟 𝕊𝕠𝕔𝕚𝕒𝕝 𝕄𝕖𝕕𝕚𝕒:
𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐌 ➤ / synthprincipal
𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 ➤ / synthprincip. .
𝐓𝐈𝐊 𝐓𝐎𝐊 ➤ / synthprincipal
𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐃 ➤ / synthprincipal
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