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Madura Speratus:
The Fires Ignite.
Cairo, Earth. August 2033.
Ali Bal-dir, a previous member of the seven billion human inhabitants of Earth (that number was now significantly lower, a result of recent months), stretched for the handle of the metal bulkhead that had served as his front door for the past seven months. He cringed as he caught sight of his wretchedly thin arm; he could see every bone and tendon in it, even though it was only bathed in the dim light provided by the dusty light globe hanging from the centre of the ceiling. It was a miracle that the small generator tucked into the corner had provided power for this long, humming away stoically for the past months.
