Aboveground, for the first time in history, the sun shone on a world that had never needed to be fixed.
Kael’s face went pale. “So… no exceptions?” osm all threads completed. -succeed 0 failed 0-
Kael looked at her, then back at the blue sky, then at the green grass. A bird—impossible, wonderful, real —swooped across Camera 7’s field of view. It sang. He had never heard a bird sing except in archived audio files. Tears rolled down his cheeks. Aboveground, for the first time in history, the
It wasn’t the usual ochre soup of dust and radiation. It was a deep, lucid blue. And below it, where there should have been nothing but cracked salt flats and the bones of drowned cities, there was grass. Vast, rolling, impossibly green grass. A wind moved across it in waves, and in the distance, a line of trees stood where no tree had grown in a hundred years. Tears rolled down his cheeks
