The Green Sun Sets

A Green Sun Sets
It seemed like such a nice day in Hell.

Log 1

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A Metal Sun Rises
Robots in disguise.

Log 2

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There ain't womb enough in this town for both of us
In which Castille is not a fool and Astraea is not a factory.

Log 3

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No Exit
We have no escape and we must scheme.

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To Infinity... AND BEYOND!
Bust through the drill with your heavens! Wait... what?

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I dig my hole, you build a wall...
Octavian becomes a literalist.

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Not Enough Dead Yozi
I told you about stairs, bro

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