Prizzy Kriyze
Multiple Stab Wounds
Extinction Event; Ancient Whispers
"The things we do to each other, only to benefit ourselves."
The low hum of the synthetic agri-filters hummed all throughout the edges of Nutopia's gargantuan atmos-sphere; the daunting and nigh-indestructible glass globe that separated Earth's noxious fumes from the megacity. They drove moisture from within the dirt into the air, collecting dew against every artificial blade of grass in the early morning mist. It wasn't long before it'd clumped into clouds far at the top of the crystalline structure, and turned into purified rain that fell back down over streets, buildings, and impossibly complex megastructures all the same.
The red light of peacekeeper helmets bobbed back and forth throughout the underhives and ghettos. Mothers prepared lunches or getting their children out of bed in the peaceful suburbs of the middle-class. In the megaspires of the corporate lords and sycophants, a tired administrator tries vainly to stave off the black rings under his eyes with his fifth cup of coffee. It's just like every other mundane morning - yet, to a select few, it is anything but.
Welcome to the end of the world.
The low hum of the synthetic agri-filters hummed all throughout the edges of Nutopia's gargantuan atmos-sphere; the daunting and nigh-indestructible glass globe that separated Earth's noxious fumes from the megacity. They drove moisture from within the dirt into the air, collecting dew against every artificial blade of grass in the early morning mist. It wasn't long before it'd clumped into clouds far at the top of the crystalline structure, and turned into purified rain that fell back down over streets, buildings, and impossibly complex megastructures all the same.
The red light of peacekeeper helmets bobbed back and forth throughout the underhives and ghettos. Mothers prepared lunches or getting their children out of bed in the peaceful suburbs of the middle-class. In the megaspires of the corporate lords and sycophants, a tired administrator tries vainly to stave off the black rings under his eyes with his fifth cup of coffee. It's just like every other mundane morning - yet, to a select few, it is anything but.
Welcome to the end of the world.