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There was a place in the late twentieth century where the hover vessels had become rusted from a lack of use. They laid scattered about and broken upon the man-made floor, a sea of metal sheets with diamond rivets for rubber soles to grip. The city surrounding these cracked, reddened vessels was populated by towers and skyscrapers, each with dark hollows and missing corners. Rubble was everywhere.

Rain fell constantly from an eerie orange glow. Even the sunshine seemed saddened by the passing of time.

When they landed after only two years of being away, their 1980’s was gone.