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The crowd gathers before the gate of the mission. Cold mechanical eyes and cast down glances measuring those around. Which of the regulars are there, who is missing, who is new. Even among the valueless, value is given.
Earlier on the light-rail, crowded with office workers headed for their cog-in-the-wheel jobs, small clusters talk, but most look out the window, at the paper, or at their feet. All are saying don't look at me. Hard faces holding hard eyes that may as well be empty sockets.
So begins the collectivism of the new world order. Structured not with bars or check points or passports, but burned into the psyche of minds that do not reflect the world around them. The herd mentality - don't look at me, attention only brings trouble.