Considering how the landscape of his destination appeared in comparison to his expectations, he scanned the area for some indication of his next step. Standing, uniquely biological yet somehow just part of the noise amongst the fully automated quayside docking bays, in search of a way up the hinterland, to the Resource Center, away from the thundering rattles of the rail-crane ratchets and hydraulic hisses; He needed to know what was making this machine tick.

Vital Affirmation.

To take in the place - a spectacle, for Idoveli, of epic synthesis - nature imitating art imitating nature, was to become acutely aware of the lack of any obvious security, customs or border control. Unchecked, he was now becoming nameless, faceless, with no dark pupil to fall into, no thoughts to shape truth from save his own.
Gen stepped on between the rows of containers. The echo of each pace returning to him from an unexpected direction. Every sound twisted by the unnatural surroundings, vibrations flung between each metallic surface, absorbed to fit to the electric hum of the night, galvanized by a reflective landscape of no perceivable scale or shape. Amidst such a mechanism his own mind began to spin, thinking over the conversations he had had with the Captain, weary of her dedication to The Project, channeling the static buzz of sound logic and self fulfilling truth that from this machine birthed, emergent, to the histories of The Authorities that "made it all possible".

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