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The central government building loomed in the distance, a stark contrast to the surrounding cityscape. Its clean lines and imposing symmetry spoke of a bygone era, a monument to the bureaucratic might of the Imperium. Its pale stone gleamed in the neon glow, a solitary island of old-world elegance amidst the frenetic chaos of Vassioport.
Beyond this bastion of tradition, the city unfolded in a riot of color and clashing styles. Towering chrome and glass structures scraped the sky, their surfaces reflecting the garish neon signs that pulsed with a relentless buzz. Buildings morphed and twisted, their facades adorned with holographic displays that advertised the latest fashions, virtual entertainment experiences, or the questionable pleasures offered within. Scattered amongst the gaudy spectacle stood gleaming clinics, their enticing displays showcasing the latest in cosmetic enhancements and body sculpting, and towering over the neon frenzy were imposing fortresses of glass and steel – the headquarters of the major corporations that called Vassioport home.
Amidst this visual cacophony, the people here moved with a similar level of ostentatious energy. Gruff laborers, their faces hardened by toil, trudged past with grease-stained overalls barely containing their robust builds. Tourists, easily identifiable by their wide-eyed wonder and slightly bewildered expressions, clutched their maps, data-slates and flintlock cameras, eager to capture the city's vibrant energy, their simple garb a stark contrast to the flamboyant displays of the ubiquitous elite.
These "elite" strutted around, their movements exaggerated and purposeful. Men sported outrageous body tattoos and iridescent clothing, their bodies sculpted into impossible shapes by augmentations and extreme body modification. Women, often sporting impossibly large busts and buttocks juxtaposed with surgically minimized waists, sported outfits that blurred the line between clothing and jewelry. Their lips, many inflated to cartoonish proportions, pouted in practiced boredom, their artificially enlarged eyes scanning the crowd for validation.
