Fei'er sucked on a nutritional lollipop for toddlers, one cheek puffed out. "Mommy, what kind of place is the Underground City?"
Natasha sat in a living room chair with her daughter in her arms, her thoughts drifting back to several years ago, when Stendhal had told her they were lucky enough to be selected for the fourth group of new citizens to sign the agreement.
The two of them had jumped around their cramped, aging subsidized apartment like lunatics. Their excitement had lasted all night, and they had spent half of it working on making a baby.
A faint blush crept onto Natasha's face as she recalled that wild night. That was when she had conceived Fei'er.
Natasha said gently, "The Alliance's Underground City is beneath our city. It's a shelter city that copies the buildings on the surface. It was originally designed as a defensive city where people could take refuge once an interstellar war began."
"Will it be really, really dark underground...?" Resistance showed in Fei'er's eyes. Why did they have to go underground when everything was fine?
"Of course not!" Natasha gently pinched her daughter's soft little cheek.
"There's a large fusion power facility down there. The sky and the sun will still be over our heads, and there'll be a moon and a clear, starry sky too. It'll even rain..."
"Will Daddy be there?"
"Sweetheart, didn't Daddy send you a message a few days ago? He's on his way back. We'll see him very soon..."
"Dear citizen, please prepare to relocate! Proceed to the nearest underground elevator, No. 88. All daily necessities have been provided, so there is no need to bring excessive luggage. The Underground City currently has an average temperature of 24 degrees Celsius and comfortable humidity. Please dress accordingly. The Alliance will safeguard