This is not a heroic epic, but a takeaway rider's counterattack fantasy - when the rusty gears start to turn, and when the leaky delivery box is filled with hope, every soul crushed by life can find its own speed in the roar of the mecha. Remember, on Ares, the most terrifying thing is not the radiation from the Everlasting Core, but your willingness to be a cog waiting forever for orders from the system.
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