Static from the Deep
The rain in New London did not fall so much as it hovered, a permanent suspension of microscopic droplets that kept everything damp and everything slightly acidic. Marcus Brennan had lived in Sector 4 for three years and had never seen the sky. The sky was three levels up, occupied by the arcology's luxury tiers, and what Marcus saw every day was the underside of the level above his — a ceiling...
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