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[b]...New Society...[/b][/center]

Rain beats down on the flooding pavements of what used to be San Francisco, once a landscape of hills, a nostalgic sense of old city scapes, now a blue and white glowing city. A beacon of hope amid the darkness surrounding it. 

Cities didn't always have artificial rain. 

But nothing was real anymore.

Weather was always controlled based on the polls of citizens on their holographic touch pads provided by the sparkling and sleek Mechangels. One could guess they were tired of the sunshine. It was easy to do so, what with the atmosphere modified by specialized robots. Global warming was a thing of the past. 

Was that really such a good thing?

Water rushed down the mass hills of the city, the streets deserted with the exception of a few people leisurely strolling through it, completely dry thanks to the Mechangels who shielded them with their bodies. The rain was already getting into their slightly exposed gears, wearing away at waterproof materials. It was like it was trying to force them to rust, but they wouldn't. Mechangels were more powerful than a little rain.

Near an alleyway, a small mouse washed its furry cheeks in the puddles near its home. As one of the large mechanical angels came by however, it scurried. As the mouse passed a garbage can on the side of an alleyway, already nearly full of water that washed the debris into the rest of the street--which would later then be picked up by the vigilant trash-bots--it did not care to notice the body of a young woman stuffed into it. 

As synthetic as the rain itself.

Her dead eyes were turned to the sky, her mouth hanging open in awe, or perhaps horror, at the things place before her. The rain fell harder, giving the illusion of tears going down her cheeks. Her green hair was soaked to the core, already beginning to rust. Everyone knew Cyborgels were not stronger than a little rain. 

Her lips trembled.

Her eyes began to show life. The Cyborgels body thrashed in malfunction, taking the trash bin down and her along with it. The water that had been collecting in the bin poured all over her naked back and caused her to stumble. She couldn't feel the ground below her scrape against her palms.

She would never feel them scrape against her palms.

Her small body scrambled for cover on the opposite side of the alley, which had shelter from the rain beneath an exposed overhang. She clung to the wall, gasping. She had never needed the air before as badly she did now. Her pale forehead pressed against the grimy wall before her. 

Naked. Alone. Unsensory. She began to wail, the misery of her existence returning to her as it did to others of her same kind all around New Society. 

The rain drowned the sound of misery. The rain drowned the sound of ignorance. But for once, the rain didn't drown out reality.