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(inspired by the planet of Gereon in Traitor General by Dan Abnett. I'll keep updating if you like it.)
The sun drags itself up across the horizon for the start of another empty day. Not a burning orb of light but a pale glow, rising with almost a whimper, sending grey light out across a grey city. The clouds consume everything, choking the life out of the streets below. The streets themselves are empty. Only the Wirewolves rattle along their cabled line, silently patrolling the streets, red lights glowing in empty metal sockets.
Then a buzzer sounds, from a siren at the top of a post on the corner of every street. And slowly, the populace emerges. Dishevelled, clad all in uniform grey, torn and fraying, the workers flowed out on to the street, faces down, making no eye contact, with no sound but the shuffling of feet and the occasional cough. Every so often a guard stands on a corner, watching the sheep herd past dispassionately, gun held close. Not that there was any need. The people are defeated; you can see it in their blank faces, slumped shoulders. Human spirit is one thing but The City is like a void of emotion. It’s faceless, toneless, bare walls and silent sentinels erode every vestige of humanity until shuffling drones are all that remains, a last spark of sentience hiding behind the metal blocks of routine and tedium.
The plains all around the city walls are bare. Viewed from above there is a radius of death surrounding the octagonal City, like a cancerous growth, poisoning the land around. In the centre of The City a spire rises up, past the leaden clouds, spearing up into the atmosphere. At the top is a temple, where The Leader lives. His face watches everything and his eyes are everywhere. Once a day each worker raises a single fist in salute at the heavens, every one of the billion below in obeisance to the faceless being that controls their lives.
Sounding cool, kinda like the movie metropolis. Continue!
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Voor alle nederlanders:
The Dutch Legion
Oh and 1984! Another influence.
I'll stick some more on as soon as I can be bothered then, and probably make it a bit longer than that.