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The endless sprawl of Terminus, the infinite inner-worlds of Elysium. Even godlike OLYMPUS cannot hope to know everything about these ancient places. More secrets have been lost in the dark spaces between the databanks than all the people of the Homeland can ever hope to know... | The endless sprawl of Terminus, the infinite inner-worlds of Elysium. Even godlike OLYMPUS cannot hope to know everything about these ancient places. More secrets have been lost in the dark spaces between the databanks than all the people of the Homeland can ever hope to know... | ||
β | *(An amazing but unreliable feature) Its vanishing gardens provide solace: all manner of simulated realities exist within these spaces. Some, like Elysium, are home to a billion lives in ever deeper layers. Others - disconnected and lost - can be found in forgotten and forbidden places. Perhaps you will stumble upon them? A room that springs to life. A cafe that does not exist. A sunset from the time before... | + | *(An amazing but unreliable feature) Its vanishing gardens provide solace: all manner of simulated realities exist within these spaces. Some, like Elysium, are home to a billion lives in ever deeper layers. Others - disconnected and lost - can be found in forgotten spaces and forbidden places. Perhaps you will stumble upon them? A room that springs to life. A cafe that does not exist. A sunset from the time before... |
*(An uncontrollable defence) Automated shells that kill with brutal precision: unauthorised access can never be allowed. The citizens of yesteryear have a right to life. But the warped and inhuman immigrants of the future are alien to the damaged eyes and fraying sensors of a hundred-million security systems. Tread lightly. | *(An uncontrollable defence) Automated shells that kill with brutal precision: unauthorised access can never be allowed. The citizens of yesteryear have a right to life. But the warped and inhuman immigrants of the future are alien to the damaged eyes and fraying sensors of a hundred-million security systems. Tread lightly. |