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Last Surveillance

The city was quiet at night, the only sound coming from the occasional car passing by on the empty streets. The moon hung low in the sky, casting a pale light over the buildings and streets below.

In the heart of the city, in the top floor of a tall skyscraper, a lone figure sat at a desk, staring at the screens in front of him. He was the last surveillance operator, the only one left to keep watch over the city.