The Survival Lottery
Manhattan in 2112 was a city of two worlds. Above the clouds floated the Aether-Spires, where the air was filtered and the wine was vintage. Below, in the "Sump," the rest of the population lived in a permanent twilight of smog and neon, fighting over scraps of synthetic protein. The crisis had arrived not as a bang, but as a decree. The "Ark" was coming—a fleet of ships capable of escaping the...
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