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[dubia_lux]

Looks like today is the day for upsetting poetry.

Batter my heart, three-personed God, for you
As yet but knock, breathe, shine, and seek to mend;
That I may rise, and stand, o'erthrow me, and bend
Your force to break, blow, burn, and make me new.
I, like an usurped town, to another due,
Labour to admit you, but Oh, to no end.
Reason, your viceroy in me, me should defend,
But is captived, and proves weak or untrue.
Yet dearly I love you, and would be loved fain,
But am betrothed unto your enemy:
Divorce me, untie or break that knot again,
Take me to you, imprison me, for I,
Except you enthrall me, never shall be free,
Nor ever chaste, except you ravish me.

It looks like we're getting an influx of new citizens today too. My observations tell me that every other week the City receives new citizens. Since nobody is able to leave once here will the City be able to hold everyone? Will the population become too much? Or are there regions of extradimensional space in some of the buildings?

...Ah. Seems I will have to get to work on the hypercube map again.