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The year is 2001. The city of Metropolis doesn’t have streets anymore; it has bandwidth. The great skyscrapers aren't offices; they are server farms, humming with the collective consciousness of ten billion souls. Joh Fredersen doesn't sit atop a tower of power; he sits in the "Apex Node," a floating glass orb overlooking the city, his fingers bleeding data into a neural interface. He isn't a master of men. He is the Chief Content Officer of the Unity Stream .
And ten billion people, finally, looking up. metropolis -2001 streaming-
He uploads her to the Deep Buffer. At first, she is just another streamer. She sits on a crate, says nothing, and stares at the camera. The first thousand viewers are confused. Then ten thousand. Then a million. They don't leave. They can't. There's nothing to comment on, no Gem to throw. Just a face. A heartbeat. A real-time, unscripted existence. The year is 2001
"Silence. Stillness. An un-streamed moment." Joh Fredersen doesn't sit atop a tower of
He grabs Rotwang by the throat. "What have you done?"
