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The protagonist clad in a heavy matte cloak with tactical armor infiltrates the System’s damp concrete bunker—a grim techno-club. He is surrounded by an army of raver-bots wearing identical black jumpsuits and mirrored chrome masks, moving in eerie, hollow, mechanical unison [choice, shopping]. Seeking a way to hack this dream, the hero fights his way to the center of the hall, where his Sleeping Double stands motionless within a laser cocoon.