Subtleknifewielder Posted April 27, 2010 Report Share Posted April 27, 2010 Vienna, German Democratic Republic The elderly man was not noteworthy in appearance by any means. OOh, sure, he didn't wear one of the armbands, but it was clear he was no German. Most wold likely take him for a tourist as he neared the heart of the Republic. From the way he took in his surroundings, few if any would suspect that he had been here before. In fact, the last time he had visited, it had been before the rise of the Machine Chairman, as Lynneth Srkara was often referred to. Whether in affectionate tones, indifferent, or outright disgust, that name seemed largely to have stuck even after his being voted out of office. His legacy, however, lived on, in the technological prowess of the Southern Germans. Even in those few years, there were dramatic changes. But despite the curiosity in his gaze, that was not why he was here. As he walked into The Palace of the Republic , he turned his eyes upward, taking in the site for what would likely be the last time, before presenting himself to the secretary. "My name is Richard Anderson. Can you tell me how to get in touch with the former Chairman Lynneth Sarkara?" Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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