To most residents, the Skyline Loop never seems to sleep, with all of its factories operating continuously day and night.
Even though the streets were crowded with robed artificers, craftsmen and servants, Giovanna Dorje still felt very vulnerable. The small group of them wore ordinary reddish-brown robes, indicating that they were lower-level artificers, which in Skyrim They were everywhere on the boulevard of Circle 121, but she still felt as if every pair of eyes was on them.
Every corner of the city is filled with a constant cacophony and low vibrations, which are even more pronounced in the streets.
Giovanna didn't know if they were still being watched. In a Forge World, only the God of Machines knew how many different ways there were to monitor a person's whereabouts, biometric readings, facial recognition, genetic markers, spy skulls and even dexterity. naked eye.
"Keep your head up, girl."
The mid-level technician leading the team pointed out her hesitation,
"With your head down like this, it looks like you are doing something bad."
But a male technician immediately responded:
"But we didn't do anything good. Leaving the foundry without permission was against the rules and a bad idea."
The lead technician gave him a dirty look.
"We must get rid of those goods. Now Bangura's dogs are frantically searching for all contraband. The goods we just took over will be completely destroyed once they are discovered!"
His voice was heard by only a few people, as if arguing like this would solve the problem.
Giovanna listened to their argument and felt the pangs of fear in her heart.
She was frightened, not just because their small group often trafficked and manufactured contraband for sale on the black market, although everyone would be severely punished if discovered.
But what's more important is not this, but her other identity.
She was introduced by her mentor a long time ago and became a spy, or undercover, of the Black Legion. Since she works at a secondary communication station, she can monitor a lot of key information and send this information to her Online - She used to be her mentor, but after her mentor died in an accident, she became an unknown person.
The advantage is that she has wealth that technicians of her age will never have, which also allows her, who loves beauty, to use the most beautiful prosthetic body to transform herself.
But with the earth-shaking changes in Ulan Huda, she realized that the good days were coming to an end, so she was thinking of ways to get rid of this identity or simply leave here and go to another forging world.
But all this requires her upline to help her.
Distraught, she took a deep breath and raised her head.
"There is no point in arguing. Look around us. This place is as busy now as it is at other times. We must speed up and stop wasting time."
The lumen lamp hung on the black pole and crackled, reflecting the golden-orange light that only the clouds have.
There was a place above them that was even higher than the forge. It was the dark shadow of the Brilliant Palace. Its scale was so huge that ordinary people could hardly understand it. Countless skulls made of gold, silver and bones were flying in the air. Go, every skull is doing something for its owner.
"If any of the guards realize we're not supposed to be here, we're going to be in big trouble."
"Then we better not stand there like stray dogs trying to attract their attention, okay?"
The leader nodded.
"Let's go, the underground tunnel is just ahead."
They followed the leader, trying to feign indifference to give the impression that they had good reasons for being there, although Giovanna had always suspected that they weren't covering it up very well.
She could feel the sweat flowing out from between her shoulder blades, and tried her best to suppress the urge to scratch. For the sake of beauty, she kept almost all of her skin, and consumed a large amount of medicine every day to keep it flawless and delicate, so she was sweating. Her arms and thighs, which were occasionally exposed through the robe, seemed to be shining under the wash, which was very eye-catching.
Soon, they turned into an alley that ended in another street with an underground entrance on one side.
The Skyline Loop not only has an above-ground part, but its underground structure is actually deeper than 400 meters, and it is still getting deeper. In the Loop City, where land is at a premium, many warehouses and factories are built underground.
Of course, that includes the ghettos.
After all, sunlight is an expensive consumable in any forge world.
The only decoration at the entrance to the underground passage is the statue of a small silver lighthouse, which sits in a corner with a candle burning slowly in front of it.
Only those who know the ropes know where this passage will lead. After all, there are millions of tunnels under the Ring City.
There are even some joking claims that there are no roads in the ring city, it is all tunnels.
Entering the passage does not mean that it is empty. In fact, there are more people underground than on the ground. There are countless people and servitors coming and going in the five-person-wide passage.
She tried to quell the growing panic as they began to descend, flashing lights illuminating their path through the tunnel, which was packed with workers commuting, moving like machines—rising as they went, The other side descends - all moving in perfect unison towards or from the metropolis above.
The leader used his stocky stature to create a downward path for them, and anyone who tried to condemn him immediately chose to bite their tongues as soon as they saw his thunderous eyes and clenched fists.
Finally they arrived at the transfer station at the bottom. The movement of the crowded crowd was disordered, and the bodies just moved with the push of some kind of crowd.
Robed guards armed with crackling weapon clubs maintained order at the station, trying not to attract the attention of the guards, while servo skulls moved above the crowd, binary codes on wall-mounted number plates screeching to Notify the situation of each road and constantly preach the policies of the new casting supervisor.
"Where to go now?"
Finally, someone in the team could no longer stand this aimless wandering.
"This way."
The leader said as he pushed his way through the crowd.
"Don't worry, I have to make sure no one is following me. The volume of the shipment is huge, and it may not be able to be processed in one go. We may have to go a second time."
The mid-level technician led them through a series of disorienting tunnels until they stood on a crowded platform with hundreds of expressionless-looking servitors.
Twisted, wobbly, staccato snippets of code came from old loudspeakers mounted in wooden boxes on the ceiling.
"What is this place?"
For some reason, Giovanna suddenly felt uneasy, not from the servitors who were as stiff as zombies, but from the surrounding atmosphere.
The leader just smiled and then took a step back.
"This is the place for you, Communications Operator 1st Class, Giovanna Dorje."
Behind him, a deep voice suddenly sounded.
Giovanna flinched at the sound, and she turned tremblingly to see a majestic bronze mask with a pair of sparkling green eyes, and the special symbol of the Ulanhuda Secret Police Parish Temperance.
"Hello, we have some questions for you to help and answer. You have the right to remain silent. We will also have the right to exercise the K-01-β special interrogation protocol."
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