Floating sentinels carry my body to the outer edge of the City, guided by the MotherLode
The WOMB that controls its inhabitants with implants and telekinesis
Towers overtake the skyline, looming o'er the rusted and crooked metal placed here long ago
No one but the refuse, rejected by society, sees this place of decay and darkness
My automaton form is dropped from a height far above the ground, into the crown of one tower
And though I grasp for support, I fall hard and lose my left leg