The hovercraft glided steadily along its preset route, like a silver bird skimming over the city.
Through the broad viewing windows, Leon and Ada could observe this world "reborn from the flames," as well as the people living within it, up close.
It was completely different from the social atmosphere under Old Earth Federation rule, where people struggled under high pressure, hovered at the poverty line, endured rigid class divisions, and lived amid pervasive despair. Before their eyes lay a vibrant, orderly, hope-filled picture of life.
The streets were broad and clean, lined with lush trees. Parks and leisure plazas could be found everywhere, where children chased and played without care, their laughter crisp and bright—not the frightened eyes of those struggling to survive amid ruins and danger in the old days.
Most pedestrians wore expressions of composure and stability, with none of the former haste and anxiety in their steps.
Though their clothing varied in style and reflected individual taste, the materials and craftsmanship were clearly high-quality products of standardized Imperial production, ensuring basic comfort and dignity. The sight of ragged, sallow, emaciated poor people had thoroughly become history.
At community centers, elderly people gathered to play chess, chat, or exercise using public fitness equipment. Their eyes no longer held fear for the future, only the contentment of enjoying peaceful old age.
Young parents pushed strollers and chatted easily, seemingly discussing newly introduced parenting classes in the community or where to go over the weekend.
Workplaces were no longer cages that squeezed workers dry.
Through the glass curtain walls of several open-plan office areas, employees could be seen collaborating in bright environments filled with greenery. Intelligent robots and automated systems handled most repetitive and dangerous labor, while humans increasingly performed work requiring creativity, emotional communication, and complex decision-making.
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