More fractures in the time dimensional vortex, splintered echoes from a forgotten alternative past with the latest serving of post thermonuclear dystopia from Middex. An incoming happening via polytechnic youth, ‘wayward tor’ chills starkly like a distress call emerging from out of an atomic winter, trimmed in Geiger counter bleeps and the watchful whirring oppression of surveillance mapping there’s a remote and clinical emptiness attaching to its brutal lab-tech chassis that phrases its cold war environment in a cold, coolly austere micro minimalist isolationism. Any questions?

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