Tonight's broadcast is brought to you by the company you depend upon for all of your greatest needs, Heart Life.

These stories are true dramatizations from our fair city's glorious history.

So listen and remember, heart life, all the life you'll ever need.

Above the safe tunnels and cozy warrens of our fair city, there is no heaven.

For our policies, the ancient model has been reversed.

When we die, we hope to go down, down to a place of heat,

because to go up to the surface means to be cold, eternally cold.

Neil Henderson is there, above, in the cold. The mighty hero of the putrescible waste fields is striding through the drifts of

ashy snow. On the horizon, he is sure he can see a small shape, which he is sure as the top of the

HeartLife Tower. He is sure of it. It must be. Last night, he was sure he could even see the lights of the uppermost

offices, glimmering in the darkness. Behind him, he drags a sled through the snow,

bearing a wounded mole. Beyond is a train of human souls, who without him would certainly be damned to remain forever

in this frozen hell. How you doing back there, Lomi? Well, naturally you're not great being in a coma

and all, but besides that, well, don't you worry, we're going gonna get you back to the city and see a vet

and you'll be just fine I'll be singing those dirty shanties of yours before you know it

I don't know I ain't much of a singer well well all right this here's a song we Pwc's

singing the calm before Spice Night.

There's a place that I know in this wonderful city where the ground's soft and brown and it smells awfully.

Did you hear something, Lomi?

Nile.

Allison? Hold up, Lomi, It's Allison. Oh, shut up. It's not like that. Allison, what is it? We need to stop. Again, why? I can see all those people over there, the ones huddling together for warmth? Uh, well, sort of. If I squint real hard. Yeah, those people, they can't keep going.

They need to stop and warm up by the fire so they can feel their toes again.

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