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Mr X in the Metropolis


Metropolis was big, not as grand Mr X would have liked but it had the flowing undercurrent which holds together millions of souls moving them and churning out progress of them. It was like the huge machine clumsy to look at and making a lot of noise but with a perpetual motion embedded into it . Mr X never disliked the idea of being part of this grand machine contributing to it and immersing himself into its mesmerizing energy.
Since the day Mr X landed, metropolis embraced him with all its vigor like it always does to everyone who comes to meet it. It gave him those wonderful little moments to cherish, the test of fire, warm loving friends, hordes of competitors, occasional victories, not so usual disappointments, warmth of the crowd and seclusion of the desert. He liked it all and the wise old Metropolis was hotbed of his experimentation and self development. His love and fascination for it was now evident in his personality and Metropolis was able to mold one more man to something intricate.
Mr X now wanted to make the Metropolis his home. This was a big dream if not the biggest of what he has seen. Mr X knew that metropolis is now flowing through his veins and making a home here is just a natural progression. It was long and tedious journey. Metropolis will welcome everyone but not everyone can survive here and making a home here involved molding the Metropolis to fit oneself. It was difficult but Mr X was defiant and fighter for sure. He had to do it and it was done. Mr X knew it was the beginning of a new affair ..and the Metropolis knew how to handle its affairs....

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