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LOG 1.17.0

The air crackled with tension as the neon-lit streets of the city transformed into a battleground. The familiar hum of machinery was drowned out by the staccato rhythm of gunfire. Buildings, once towering symbols of technological progress, now stood scarred and shattered, their reflective surfaces marred by the chaos.