Miro Free !!hot!! Guide

"Correction," the Drone chirped. "Those are unauthorized genetic variants. The City provides. The City nourishes. Why cling to the dirty roots of the past? Be Miro Free, Silas."

Silas looked down at the basket. "They're just plums," he rasped, his voice cracking from disuse. "Just Mirabelles." miro free

Silas pushed through the thicket toward the perimeter. The fence hummed with electric lethality, a jagged scar cutting through the forest. Beyond it lay the City, a shimmering tower of glass and steel where the "Miro Free" lifestyle was mandated. "Correction," the Drone chirped