As you enter a dark alley in the sprawling bowels of the megastructures above, foreboding, Vangelis-like synthpads echo over the soft whirr of your electric limbs. Surreal amounts of steam and fog rise from every manhole cover and sink from each rusty pipe, enhancing the harshness of the low-key lighting. A loud synth-snare reverberates as a group of lowlife punks steps out of the mists and shadows in unison. These jive turkeys must be the source of the depressing soundtrack. Time to boogie! 🕺🏻
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