I look past Jay, but all I see is black. A square of black behind him, a black different from the black around us, but black nonetheless. I want to weep.
Black, not blue. Where is the sky?
I climb the stairs toward Jay, my feet heavy, my hand gripping the iron rail.
And then I understand. Behind Jay I can see it now, the sky, the deep black of what must be night, not the false night of the tunnels or my cavehome, but the true night of Skyworld, a rich night sky speckled with brilliance, a night loaded with stars as tiny to my eye as my nanites, so small I can blot out thousands of them just by raising my hand.
A sound escapes me, a sigh.
Above me Jay says, in a way that takes my breath, "It's beautiful."
Yes.
YOU ARE READING
ARK
FantasyRima is one of the Mole People, isolated underground on Earth. Truman lives on the moon in a habitat called Ark. ARK is spec fiction about a future in which nanotechnology has changed everything.
