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• Artiste: Hibernal
• Titre: This High
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[Narrator] From this high up, it was hard to feel any sort of connection with the world below. People were motes of dust in the streetlights, swirling through the darkened lanes and alleyways without any sense of order or purpose. I pressed my head against the Plexiglas. I felt as if I was floating 207 stories high. [Mr Wilkins] "Hello there." [Narrator] I stepped away from the window. "Uh, hello, Mr. Wilkins!" There were rumors - company myths, almost - that he was 110 years old. From this close, he looked every bit of it. [Mr Wilkins] "What a pleasure to finally meet you!" [Narrator] "You've been waiting to meet me?" He shook my hand. It was cold and leathery. [Mr Wilkins] "Well, we have noticed you down there. Now, if you'd care to sign this, I think the matter will be done with." [Narrator] I signed the promotional document without reading the fine print. I was ecstatic. Chances like this didn't come around often at Machine Co. Mr. Wilkins yanked the form out from under my grasp almost before I had made the last stroke of my signature. [Mr Wilkins] "We will start work on Level 87 tomorrow..." [Narrator] 87? I was that high already. [Mr Wilkins] "...and report to Sublevel 19 before you leave."