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Dhua Kund
This is the year 5246 of the universal calendar. I am a robot, controller of zone Astria IV in the central industrial dome of the planet Agori. My world is made of cold, lifeless metal. Not many time cycles ago, my function was to oversee the quality of machine flux in the circulation areas of different levels. I admit that my mission is usually passive but I nonetheless was programmed to react if the situation calls for it. By following these two MODS (Simplified Organic Data Modules) which had just stolen a "visiomatic" element in the waste cans of the main reprocessing plant, I had no idea that everything was to change so drastically. Why do these filthy brigades, the ProteKts, have against me? Once a hunter, I have become a prey. I am lost and obliged to follow these MODS. But where? To find what truth? Who am I, in fact?
France - 2003 - 09 mn - Betacam Digital - Colour
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