Mondo64 No.155 -

The screens flickered. A voice, if you could call it that, filled his skull. STATE YOUR DESIGNATION.

For the first time in memory, the rain over Mondo64 stopped. And in the silence that followed, District 155 breathed. Mondo64 No.155

Echo was still there, dripping, arms crossed. “Took you long enough.” The screens flickered

The Listener’s surface rippled—not metal, not flesh, but something in between. It had started the size of a tram. Now it touched the lowest clouds. And at its base, a door had formed. Not an entrance. A mouth. The screens flickered. A voice