Art&concept by Ol Albireo
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The brothel was a very standard, unfinished building – thoughtfully unfinished, walls painted with inept graffiti, among which the encrypted gang correspondence was visible. Rodon and Khan had deciphered the codes of the City’s gangs long before Department 42, so Linial’s Dep operatives could read this correspondence as a chat on social networks. Concrete, stoves, fire pits – all courtesy of the city. Firokami contemptuously designed a thematic corner for marginals. There were hidden cameras, hidden wiretapping. The authorities at any moment could connect to any brothel and find out everything that happened there. Those degenerate, crazy, paranoid, who said that the Authorities listen to dens, were considered conspiracy theorists.
-Fadge, what’s up at 38?- Mergen asked.
-We are already looking at,- the technician replied.
With such technological development, it might seem that detectives don’t need to go “into the field”, but the necessary reactions that showed where to dig, where to apply these technologies, a person gave out only to a living person. Therefore, the City was not afraid of technology, all of them were put at the service of people, not intending to replace him.
Groups of people wrapped in blankets and some rags wandered around the building, trying not to meet the eyes of the Authorities. The building had a shower with hot water, it was unprofitable to break showers, the punishment could be worse than prison. The fine could be forced to work out as a sex toy. And then Master could do not let them go. The service carried out sanitization in the brothels once a week. The dens were the refuge of the marginal, those who did not want to be part of the system, but did not want to leave Firokami either. But this should not have interfered with the “system” residents. Therefore, no smells and unsanitary conditions if you want to walk the streets of Firokami. And there is no, of course, “this is our area.” Otherwise, the real owners in the City staged demonstrations, whose area it is.
Therefore, misunderstood, unbuilt, played mental trauma among themselves. And the City, as usual, indifferently looked at this biomass, not distinguishing it from trees, garbage cans, houses and other furnishings.
To where you are waited for, AlbireoMKG