They were never supposed to last these cities. Brandon Sills could still remember the day he arrived. The chaos, the panic. He spent months trying to track down any of his family to no avail. Their names didn't even show up on the listing for the other Cities. He was lucky to have been placed in the upper scale apartments and was given a job with security, otherwise he would have ended up down with the Crawlers. The pay was good, and the other members of his squad were friendly, gave him room when he wanted it but were always happy to go out for a drink after their shift. Today he went straight home, the tram was thankfully mostly empty. Allowing him to get a window seat, as much as he hated this place he couldn't deny that there was something majestic about the marble white towers they reached the clouds. It was a bitter sweet feeling however. It was a view that they were blessed to be able to see. Everyone knew it, The poor bastards that lived below the trams and power generators, water filters, and food processors all lived with a different sort of view. A stark contrast to their pristine buildings and dustless halls. Everyone knew that they were down there, and they all knew that they would do anything to have the same view of the sky.
Why did this have to last? Jackson Miles wondered. He still remembered the day him and his stuck up family arrived here. They would sit around and laugh at the misfortune of those forced to live under the city while they dined on the most expensive food money could buy, most of it tasted like shit but they didn't care, it was expensive so they ordered it. It made him sick just thinking about it, people down here starved to death while up there they had a choice on what to eat. Three meals a day was something to be thankful for down here. up there it was expected. Sickness and plague were a daily occurrence while the thought of a cough scared the Nobles shitless. Dirt, grime, vermin and mold were everywhere. A speck of dust could throw the Nobles into a tantrum. He made the right decision coming down here. This was his home, these were his people. The humming of the generators above were a soothing sound to him. But open sky were the people's dream. He joined them of his own accord, he became them. And so their goals were his.
Why did this have to last? Jackson Miles wondered. He still remembered the day him and his stuck up family arrived here. They would sit around and laugh at the misfortune of those forced to live under the city while they dined on the most expensive food money could buy, most of it tasted like shit but they didn't care, it was expensive so they ordered it. It made him sick just thinking about it, people down here starved to death while up there they had a choice on what to eat. Three meals a day was something to be thankful for down here. up there it was expected. Sickness and plague were a daily occurrence while the thought of a cough scared the Nobles shitless. Dirt, grime, vermin and mold were everywhere. A speck of dust could throw the Nobles into a tantrum. He made the right decision coming down here. This was his home, these were his people. The humming of the generators above were a soothing sound to him. But open sky were the people's dream. He joined them of his own accord, he became them. And so their goals were his.