Imagine you're on the reality show Survivor. Except instead of a deserted island, you're in the middle of a bleak city overrun with skyscrapers and small dogs wearing backpacks. It's day 259 and you're shovelling another tasteless rice ball into your mouth when Jeff Probst appears, dimpled as ever, and motions you towards the plane bound for
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