Babylon. Unfinished
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"Well, either way, there must be someone there."
"Pretty good", Nigel said. "For human child."
Now it was Baby's turn to make an unintelligible sound.
The flyer went shooting up to the sky, and black dust swirled after.
The dome was dark, with multiple black holes in it. The air from the dome mixed in with dead birds and sweepings still smoked outside of breaches.
The intercom suddenly flashed up on a high-frequency ultra and went to gurgle with unfamiliar sounds.
"I don't think it is human," Nigel said. "It would be good to know what they're talking about."
The flyer flew through the city, and all Baby could do was stare at millipedes running in different directions.
"Try to switch to manual control," Nigel said at last. "Or the flyer will land at its destination, and you probably won't like it."
The Information Department towered over the city. It was dark now, and darkness swelled out of it literally as a corruption. No people were seen anywhere.
Baby circled over the city twice before getting the flyer out of it, into the Outer Land.
In the Outer Land she landed ten kilometers away from the city, on the ice shelves. The intercom still chirped as a lunatic insect.
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