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If I could have ceased what pendulums swung, or wheels turned, or water clocks emptied, then, in order to keep the Fates from marching in time, I would have, for though it is what a boy naturally wishes when he fears change will come upon what he loves and take it away, a man remembers it, too, and in his heart wishes the same when all around him he feels only loss, loss that has been his companion for some time, and promises to remain at his side.
> A planetary scale megacorporation, with feeble beginnings, has created a centralized megacity with almost all of the world's population. The sheer chokehold it has on just about all resources, has caused a severe economic class separation, fueled only by a desire for more control. Community and culture is almost dead in the higher ranks of society, a fear of being left to rot in the depths below causing these people to prioritize themselves. Meanwhile, culture blossoms in the underdwellings of the city, where most low-class citizens reside and get by, hidden by the shadow of the capitalist gods.
