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Bio Prelude The earth year 3167 is nothing like the whispers tell me. They say the sky was once blue, the ground so varied and distorted it had a nature to it. I'm told the smell in the air quite literally made you happy, sad or angry. Grass is the one thing I wish I could experience, folding around my toes like countless soft blades. These days, and for the past millenia of recorded history the earth has become a bloated maze of folding, constantly changing metal in its unlimited form. Funnily enough the memory of a living earth is clearer to humans than any memory of how it became so, unforgiving. The smells of decay is about as close to