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    A humanoid robot wearing a long tattered scarf, stands atop the crumbling old ruins of a skyscraper, looking down at an endless expanse of a post- apocalyptic cityscape, partially reclaimed by nature with overgrown vines, trees, and flora dotted across the landscape. Dark, foreboding storm clouds gather in the distance as the sun sets, casting long shadows across the environment

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