
by VerbeX_
In 3084, death is nothing more than a technical variable. Humanity has conquered disease, hunger, and war. We live forever-flawless and eternal. But paradise comes with a price. Every 30 years, a billion human beings are recycled. For the Elite to shine, the rest must burn. To the Deus Imperator, it is a necessary sacrifice. To X, it is an abominable crime. The OXI-KRISIS is coming. And no one is safe.
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