"I don't understand, why are we building these domes if over-crowding isn't a threat?" I asked Jeff. "That's the problem, we know that the domes can hold fifty million, as anyone with a decent knowledge of history does. We only have a population of six million . . . so how could over-crowding affect these domes? It might one day, but as they said in the olden days - today is not the day." He said with a chuckle. ''All right." I said, believing him, recalling that what he said was true - I even mentioned it to you at the beginning of my tale. Anyway, I was astonished to find all of these things. "Wait, you people crafted rocket boots? My men are falling out there and you have the technology to stop it?!" I said in a fury, pointing towards Jeff. "No, of course not, she crashed on the rocket boots, they didn't and don't work." He said pointing to Emily. "Show him your scar." He said. She lifted oone of her pant legs slightly to show a scar that had come from a burn. "The rocket boot nearly exploded on impact, and lit my leg on fire." She said, cringing.
Knowing these things, I felt more comfortable with them. I did not know what green-coats were, and I had a feeling that they were still keeping things from me. I decided not to probe for any further information, because I didn't want them to be investigating me. I imagined that they already knew more about me than most, they gave off the feeling that they knew everything about everyone. (I don't know why I felt like this so surely, each member would have to scan two thousand people who lived in the domes, I still don't know how much information they had, but I doubt it was to the extent that I believed) I looked at Rachel Marie, Emily Vaughn, and Jeff, interestingly, I only knew Emily's, and Rachel Marie's last name, I did not know Jeff's.
"Rachel Marie gave me the impression that you and the emperor are all at odds." I said, pointing the statement towards Emily Vaughn and Jeff, who stood next to each other. "Is that true?" "How at odds did she say we were?" Asked Emily. "I guess just a ... mild dis-taste?" I said, questioning myself. "Not quite, it's a little more serious than that. " Replied Jeff. "The emperor is always trying to sabotage our work, or find loopholes in green laws." Said Emily. "Tell me more about green laws,'' I said. "I've never heard of them" Rachel Marie, who was standing behind me, then began to speak. "Green laws are a secret title, it's not made known to the public, because they don't know we exist. We take the basic principles that the founding fathers and mothers of the domes wanted us to use, and we mold them into laws. We take the laws, and once we have finished them, we submit them to the emperor, then the emperor gives the law out to the people." She said, explaining them very well. "But, the emperor hasn't passed new laws in years." I said.
"We've been focused more on developing technology as of late." Said Emily. Suddenly another man walked in, I did not recognize him, but he seemed familiar.
"Oh -- Who are you?" He asked me quizically.
"I'm Anth--" I began.
"He's just being shown around." Rachel interrupted.
"We a tourist location now? I swear, if the emperor makes this place domestic." He said.
"Don't worry, he's security level three." Said Jeff.
"I am?" I asked.
Jeff looked at me as if he wanted me to be quiet. I understood and shut my mouth.
"I'm Doctor Oswald." He said with a warm smile. "I just got back from the arctic dome. You really messed up that bear Emily." He said.
"His name is Max." She said, sounding kind.
He squinted his eyes at her. "You call all the bears Max." He said.
"That's so I never forget one's name." She replied. He chuckled, and said that he had a patient. "For once, it's a human." He said.
What did he mean by this? I had no idea, but the situation was not what I had pictured.
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The domes
Science FictionWorld war III breaks out, and the world is broken into three main factions. Genocide has destroyed many lives and habitats, and the United States builds eco-domes three thousand feet above the world to survive. When Anthony Warhol, who lives in 22...