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Case
felt
the
skin
crawl
on
his
arms
.
'
The
Mute
talked
to
us
,
’
the
first
Founder
said
.
'
The
Mute
said
we
are
to
help
you
.
’
'
When
was
this
?
’
Case
asked
.
'
Thirty
hours
prior
you
dockin
’
Zion
.
’
'
You
ever
hear
this
voice
before
?
’
'
No
,
’
said
the
man
from
Los
Angeles
,
'
and
we
are
uncertain
of
its
meaning
.
If
these
are
Final
Days
,
we
must
expect
false
prophets
.
.
.
’
'
Listen
,
’
Case
said
,
'
that
’
s
an
AI
,
you
know
?
Artificial
intelligence
.
The
music
it
played
you
,
it
probably
just
tapped
your
banks
and
cooked
up
whatever
it
thought
you
’
d
like
to
-
-
’
'
Babylon
,
’
broke
in
the
other
Founder
,
'
mothers
many
demon
,
I
an
’
I
know
.
Multitude
horde
!
’
'
What
was
that
you
called
me
,
old
man
?
’
Molly
asked
.
'
Steppin
’
Razor
.
An
’
you
bring
a
scourge
on
Babylon
,
sister
,
on
its
darkest
heart
.
.
.
’
