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The place: Russia. The year: 34 AS (After Singularity). Gigantic automatons stomp across a hermetic landscape. Grass and soil have been replaced with carbon fiber and diamond alloys. Humans have been forced underground, while their robotic masters wait patiently in the overworlds as mortal half lives fly by. The Eurasian continental mass is now dominated by a massive sentient structure which encompasses a bulk of the former USSR. This is club Demokracy. This is where machines come to dance. Read more on Last.fm. User-contributed text is ava...read more