[ For Anderson, there's nothing left back there for her but the seventeen thousand serious crimes reported every day in the megalopolis. There's always something, neverending. From this vantage point, this strange luminous place outside of time, it seems eternal: the smog and grime and violence of the meat grinder that is Mega-City One.
She can't touch it, will never be able to do more than eke out tiny changes, chipping away with each case she takes. It'll be there forever. She can always go back.
But what can she do here? ]
Hm? Oh. It's fine. [ A short pause. ] Definitely... not chicken.
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She can't touch it, will never be able to do more than eke out tiny changes, chipping away with each case she takes. It'll be there forever. She can always go back.
But what can she do here? ]
Hm? Oh. It's fine. [ A short pause. ] Definitely... not chicken.