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| c6cd3ae | It was the soul of the machine, the ethological epicentre, the planetary ground zero of their commercial energy. I could almost feel it, shivering down like bomb-blasted rivers of glass from these undreaming towers of dark and light invading the snow-dark sky. | ethological-epicentre new-york-city snow-dark-sky | Iain M. Banks |