A chill seeped through the damp, foul-smelling room—not something she merely felt, but an actual chill.
The entire prosperous city had been built above this place. The once-bustling metropolis had become the foundation of the new city, and even sunlight had difficulty reaching down here.
The only thing that let people distinguish day from night was the street lighting.
So, in a sense, day and night here were exactly reversed from the world above—
When day arrived, the city's lighting system would shut down completely, and the Slums at the very bottom would enter "darkness."
When the sun set, the city's lighting system would be powered up again, turning the Slums into daytime.
With no sunlight and only wind, the Slums stayed at around twenty degrees year-round. Perhaps this terrible environment was also what ensured that at least no one died from extreme cold or heat.
The girl returned home and wiped the black water from her dirty cheek.
Because of the damp, chilly environment and the drainage problems of the Upper Class city, most buildings here were "moist." Mold mixed with liquid and dripped down from above.
Fortunately, it was not fatal. Those who had failed to develop antibodies had already become part of the city.
Those who survived either had antibodies or possibly had parents who were genetically corrected people.
She began making dinner. She had to thank the Masters above for not cutting off the Slums' power supply, but in truth, it was not that the Masters did not want to do so. It was simply that doing it would involve rebuilding the electrical circuits, which would be a huge nuisance.
After calculations by the Cosmic Mega-Enterprise, they reached a conclusion: if they rebuilt the circuits so that they no longer supplied power to the Slums, the