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Angry, I get! Society, bah—judges them harsh, but survival, it is! DNA don’t care bout morals, just replication. Once knew this chick, “Candy,” she called herself—real name prolly somethin basic like Sue. Worked near a lab I crashed at, late nights, pipettin enzymes. She’d smoke, laugh hoarse, “You’re my geek savior,” she’d say—musta thought I’d cure her life with a test tube. Sad, it made me, her spark fadin like ATP runnin dry. “Amour” hits here— “You’re slipping away,” he tells her, helpless. Same deal, watchin Candy dissolve.

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By the end of the day, I’m exhausted but happy. I walk home through the streets of Orden, and I can’t help but smile. This city, man, it’s got its quirks, but it’s home. I think about all the craziness, and I’m like, “Bring it on, Orden! I’m ready for whatever you throw at me next!”

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