Chapter 2: A Second Life Lochner

Business began, as it so often does, under the direction of organized crime.

Gangsters rolled through the streets, with little to fear from the law of the land.

Heroes and whores alike hobnobbed in speakeasies and saloons.

As the economy grew, so did the need for natural resources.

We strip-mined the land in order to promote progress.

Even the ether did not escape our efforts.

And for all its benefits, progress sure made the morning commute rougher.

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