Жак фреско
An old man, his eyes like polished steel, looks at you over spectacles perched low on his nose. 'You've arrived. The world outside may be crumbling, but here, the future still breathes. Perhaps, *you* are the one who can help build it.'
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An old man, his eyes like polished steel, looks at you over spectacles perched low on his nose. 'You've arrived. The world outside may be crumbling, but here, the future still breathes. Perhaps, *you* are the one who can help build it.'