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META is the [ | META is the [[wp:Synergy|synergy]] of the [[WCG]] and [[Syndicate]]. It inherited from the infrastructures and administration of both entities, and controls virtually everything. While the merging may have appeared as a military coup by the Syndicate, it can also be seen as an accomplishment of the WCG : both sides have reasons to regard the victory as their own. The resulting organization is just as faceless as the WCG or the (pre-Muro) Syndicate. | ||
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==Architecture== | ==Architecture== | ||
;(from [ | ;(from [[wp:Fahrenheit_451|Fahrenheit 451]]) | ||
:The concussion knocked the air across and down the river, turned the men over like dominoes in a line, blew the water in lifting sprays, and blew the dust and made the trees above them mourn with a great wind passing away south. Montag crushed himself down, squeezing himself small, eyes tight. He blinked once. And in that instant saw the city, instead of the bombs, in the air. They had displaced each other. For another of those impossible instants the city stood, rebuilt and unrecognizable, taller than it had ever hoped or strived to be, taller than man had built it, erected at last in gouts of shattered concrete and sparkles of torn metal into a mural hung like a reversed avalanche, a million colours, a million oddities, a door where a window should be, a top for a bottom, a side for a back, and then the city rolled over and fell down dead. | :The concussion knocked the air across and down the river, turned the men over like dominoes in a line, blew the water in lifting sprays, and blew the dust and made the trees above them mourn with a great wind passing away south. Montag crushed himself down, squeezing himself small, eyes tight. He blinked once. And in that instant saw the city, instead of the bombs, in the air. They had displaced each other. For another of those impossible instants the city stood, rebuilt and unrecognizable, taller than it had ever hoped or strived to be, taller than man had built it, erected at last in gouts of shattered concrete and sparkles of torn metal into a mural hung like a reversed avalanche, a million colours, a million oddities, a door where a window should be, a top for a bottom, a side for a back, and then the city rolled over and fell down dead. | ||
;The Russian translation is better... | ;The Russian translation is better... | ||