Android X incinerates the last of the fallen trees in the Garden, iron roots, twigs, fruits and all, melt like red wax, while a guardian, a winged gnome flits past him, circles overhead in a drunken dance of battery-running-out … Into the glistening glob, he sweeps up its shattered remains, along with a scattering of aluminum leaves. They c…
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