"The lucky ones had imprisoned themselves, high above the deteriorated, raw landscape, protected from sulphur surges and... 'those below'. That's how my grandfather used to call them. I've never encountered one myself though, I live in the top part with the rest of The Council."

Power is scarce but we cannot afford to shut down the lights. Not if we want to live another day.

Time of is the essence and every second counts. You either fall in line or you're out. And if you're out, you might as well be dead."