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~Ex37
The city streets are clean for the most part. The walls are somewhat well maintained for ancient buildings. They feel old yet new in that strange manner that buildings that have been refurbished a thousand times older feel. Somehow they could be older than time itself, yet in many ways feel as if it was ripped from the late seventies Manhattan and refreshed to feel new.
Ancient American land yachts and nimbler European vehicles zip through the arteries surrounded by green lush trees and the occasional parks, all beneath a vast electronic sky that is sometimes blue, sometimes black, but usually grey. No one knows or asks why.
The citizens of Excel welcome you, dear traveler. That you may sit and rest your weary bones. Hear the stories being told from a proud group of people who have no way of knowing that they may indeed by the last group of people alive on Earth.
This is an experimental story Anthology.
Ancient American land yachts and nimbler European vehicles zip through the arteries surrounded by green lush trees and the occasional parks, all beneath a vast electronic sky that is sometimes blue, sometimes black, but usually grey. No one knows or asks why.
The citizens of Excel welcome you, dear traveler. That you may sit and rest your weary bones. Hear the stories being told from a proud group of people who have no way of knowing that they may indeed by the last group of people alive on Earth.
This is an experimental story Anthology.
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