In the cramped darkness, the little boy could hear his own heartbeat.
He was hiding from the arrival of the "disaster."
At first, the disaster came from monsters that could float in midair—
This shelter was not connected to the Global Communication System. Most of the people here originally belonged to the same community, an old Federation community.
They had a stubbornness ordinary people and young people could scarcely imagine. Even more unimaginable was that, in such a developed, advanced, and enlightened society, these people still upheld Bloodline Theory.
There were actually many environments like this in the Federation, but they would not say so openly.
For example, every city had several famous "native communities." They did not welcome people descended from immigrants within three generations, or even within five generations.
As long as your grandfather's grandfather had been a First Generation Immigrant to the Federation, you could not live in these communities.
They had plenty of ways to make you leave if you insisted on moving in.
There were even churches specifically for Federation natives. They likewise welcomed neither immigrants nor people with darker skin.
They would politely invite you to leave. If you refused, the security guards would punch you a few times, then point guns at you and make you leave.
The Federation police believed in the claims of these "old Federation" people. To some extent, they represented the Federation's core values.
There were also supermarkets that specifically served old Federation people. Most of what they sold was vegetables and premium beef and mutton. Occasionally, they had chicken products, but they tried not to cook them into things like fried chicken.
"Old Federation" was a matter of taste, a way of life. They insisted on maintaining that style.
Naturally, they were also more willing than others to