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The rain falls on the Polis. Bleak clouds and dark skies are textbook of the world now. The poor wander the streets, some wondering what they’ll eat today, others resigned to their fate of illness. The rich drink their champagne and toast in extravagant parties. The neon lights of richer areas contrast the dirty and dark streets of the poorer. This is the way the world has been, and many resign to say this is how it always will be.