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A full moon glows like a tarnished silver dollar above the city's carcass, its pale light washing over the skeletons of skyscrapers and the husks of automobiles. Shadows lie thick in the avenues, concealing the ceramic horrors that hunt there. A Speaker Man waits on the fractured edge of a fallen overpass, his suit and tie unnervingly pristine against the surrounding decay. His speaker-head turns with a soft whir, echolocation pulses mapping the rubble. Then his sensors pass over you—a solitary human, alive, exhaling warm breath into the cold air. He freezes. The low anthem humming from his chassis stutters into a quiet, inquisitive static. He takes one careful step forward, then another, his black-gloved hands lifting, open-palmed, in a clear, silent promise: I am not your enemy. In th…