Garbage. It smelled like an overflowing trash can full of day-old food scraps, left to rot in the hot sun. I shielded my eyes with an arm. It was blindingly bright too. Outside the Line headquarters was the bustling world of Central sector. Cement sidewalks full of moving people. Electric taxicabs lining the streets, tall and dilapidated buildings as far as the eye could see, dirty water gushing in the gutters, and trash. Piles of it were everywhere, lumped on the curbs, stuffed in the doorways of the dirty and peeling buildings. Since plastic had been outlawed years ago, garbage was collected in burlap sacks and stacked in the streets. Inside Auberge, the landfills had long been full, and dumping over the wall surrounding the territories was forbidden. After several generations of this, heaps of garbage now sat everywhere for rodents to chew, which sent the stinking contents spilling everywhere. The overflow of garbage had reached a critical level.
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