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The City: 081: Felicia

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“Welcome to Midas Bank,” Felicia said with more enthusiasm than she felt.  It was nearly 5, City Time, and she was ready to close up.  The boy was blond, young, and handsome.  He had a very nice smile.
“Thank you,” he said, and he leaned in towards her.  “I’m interested in making some deposits.  Can you help me get started.”  He winked at her.  Normally, she would have immediately blocked such a creeper line, but she giggled instead.  He was just her type. The receptionist failed notice the crowd that came in behind him, or the gun under his coat.

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The City: 080: Taddeo

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While his coworker Matilda sat gaping at the ruined tower, Taddeo was busy tapping out texts into his messenger, all cyphered and encrypted of course.  The Cops weren’t letting them text, but he had a special hack from Renee.  It let him text without sending any signals to his avatar, so he could type away while its hands were still.
TOWER ON LOCKDOWN.  ABORT THE MISSION!
Norm was quick to reply.
ACKNOWLEDGED.  MOVING TO SECONDARY TARGET.
Taddeo wanted to hit something.  They were going ahead with the robbery at a branch location, which made him culpable, but with no cut.

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The City: 079: Matilda

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Matilda sat huddled with the car park with the other Midas Corp evacuees.  The police weren’t letting them go yet, but wether this was for investigative reasons, or merely a show of power had yet to be seen.  The building was sealed off, but she could see the zombies, avatars, whatever they were, banging on the doors.  The blast had triggered some kind of AI virus, hijacking the avatars and putting them under a single control.  They weren’t very smart or agile, but at least they knew enough to avoid the blasted out windows.  The ones that fell stayed dead.

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The City: 075: Erin

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Erin stood in the crowd that ringed the barriers, and hoped her record function was getting all of this.  The crowd was full of Citizens and Daytrippers.  In a disaster, class was irrelevant.  She was a reporter, and this was her moment.  The fire and smoke had cleared away, leaving half the building ruined and sooty.  The glass had vanished rather than shattered.  The top few floors were gone as well, as though they were never there.  In their place, there was a tear in the sky, pulsating violet and black.  It was like staring into the face of God.

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The City: 073: Sol

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Sol worked on the 87th floor.  She was an accountant, and she thought working ‘on site’ in The City to be the most tedious and ridiculous part of her job.  The commitment to simulation cost her at least ten man-hours a week alone!  She was in the supply closet, searching for virtual toner her virtual printer, grumbling, when the wall of fire hit.  As a result, she was the only survivor.  Afterwards, she peeked her head out, and saw the charred ruins and the prone bodies, horrified.  She screamed and ran when the dead stood and shambled towards her.

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The City: 072: Kastor

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Kastor stood by the stairs and listened to the chatter on the police band cut off.  Floor by floor it just cut out.  In an analog system there would have been static, but it just cut to eerie silence in a staccato rhythm as whatever was happening hit floor after floor.  The disarming didn’t go as planned, apparently.  He swore and patched in.
“This is Petrosky on Floor 75.  Change of plans.  This is now an evacuation.  Get the whole building cleared out, on the double.”  He opened the door to the cubicle farm and hoped there was enough time.

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The City: 071: Anka

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Anka glared at the police officers as they wound their way through the maze of cubicle half-walls.  Who did they think they were?  The cops were the company’s token nod to the idea of an outside authority, a fictional check against the truth:  Midas Corporation ruled The City, absolutely.  What purpose did they think to serve by this ridiculous show of force?  Eventually, they would have to withdraw, embarrassed and humiliated.  Midas would issue a statement of ‘apology’ and things would carry on.  Midas was invulnerable.  These were her last thoughts before the wall of flame swept the office.

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