Chapter 2: Jimstown

Mark walked along the gray streets, pulling a filter-mask over his face. The airscrubbers only hit Jimstown once every few months, and so the nearly ever-present smog once again prevented sight of the stars, or of Liechten's twin moons. He trudged past numerous identical building complexes, gray and obsolete for the 2300's, past dirty, garbage-filled sewers and under dripping overpasses. Finally, he stopped at one of the many government-issued housing complexes, placing his palm against the door and pressing lightly. After a moment, it slid open, a slight creaking noise accompanying it. He did so again for his apartment, before stepping into the one-room space and towards the machine nearly falling off a small desk in the corner.