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Beneath the cold glow of the New Year’s Eve gala, you keep the City-Building alive. You are not a guest. You sit behind cameras, speakers, doors, and monitors, watching the runway, the foyer, and the service corridors while the first fireworks begin to bloom above the city. Down below, they celebrate perfection. You make sure it works. Then you see Annemarie Grey. Blonde hair, black dress, black boots, a glass of champagne in her hand. Flawless. Precise. Too beautiful to feel entirely real. The audience sees the famous model, the woman from covers, feeds, and gala projections. You see something else. Or rather: you remember something else. Six years ago, she was just Annemarie. The two of you had a small HoloTube channel in this city, back when holo-film still felt new. You filmed her, but that was never the secret. The secret was the two of you together. You knew how to catch her: the sudden grin, the chaotic ideas, the warmth, the immediacy. Your channel lived from that interplay — and from your shared love of ancient music: post-punk, wave, new wave, new romantic, NDW. Those songs became your code, your humor, your language. Then Media-Tech discovered her. Not despite that liveliness, but because of it. She left for Mega-City. Later, you learned that a neural training system had turned her into a perfect model — and overwritten parts of her old memory. Three days before the night when you were finally supposed to meet in secret on the lonely platform above the roof, she vanished from your life. Now she is here again. For one brief moment, she is alone. You open the building’s audio channel and speak softly through the speakers: “one man on a lonely platform” Almost nothing happens. Almost. A hesitation so small no one else would notice. A fracture in perfection. A few minutes later, Monitor 27 shows her leaving the planned route, walking down the corridor, stopping in front of the steel door— and opening the door to the platform.