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Archive Glossary Strata 1 Renyke Wakes in the Alley (Purpose) Strata 2 The Maybe Line (Friendship) Strata 3 Flex and the Robo-Dog (Making Decisions) Strata 4 The Zoners (Meeting Strangers) Strata 5 The Tiger Queen (Memories) Strata 6 Trouble at the Bank (Animal Instincts) Strata 7 Jarome and the Scritters (Trade and Barter) Strata 8 Shabra (Laws of Attraction) Strata 9 Lust and Loins (Limerence) Strata 10 Dinfant Trouble (Synthetic Love) Strata 11 The Crossroads (Gut Feelings) Strata 12 The Basement People (Emotions) Strata 13 The Fight (Hormones) Strata 14 The Journey to the Edge (Fear of Death) Strata 15 The Ship of Sirens (Superstition) Strata 16 Friendship (Empathy) Strata 17 Swimming (Pleasure and Pain) Strata 18 Freaky Celebrations (Stimulation) Strata 19 Peer Pressure (Existentialism) Strata 20 The Perimeter (Ego) Strata 21 Love and Loss (The Power of Kin) Strata 22 Mother (No Child Left Behind) Strata 23 Convergence (Crime Pays) Strata 24 The Birth of Adom (Legends) Strata 25 The Cadre (The Power of the Feminine) Strata 26 The Seduction (Impulse and Desire) Strata 27 Control Instincts (Loyalty and Choice) Strata 28 Dolls and Vanities Strata 29 Solitude (The Danger of One) Strata 30 Propagation (The Selfish Gene) Strata 31 The Emulsifier Problem (Affect Interference) Strata 32 The Mole Rat King (Consumption) Strata 33 The Return of Livia (Sanctioned Futures) Strata 34 Truth, Lies and Judgement (Deception)

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