"Black sky, invisible moon, concrete city shrouded in doom.. " Visceral rhymes cascade through Megababe's mind like pillars of dissolving salt. Untold months have elapsed since she has seen anything outside the holding chamber which confines her. Memories of a dark, desperate city - site of her ignominious capture - have assumed cartoonlike dimensions. No longer able to envision actual streets and structures Megababe can only summon stark, simplistic renderings into her brain. Does the corrupt metropolis still exist? Shrill buzzer Megababe's eardrums, wracks neurons with powerful vibrations... Show more