They were extending the Metropolis again. Onward, upwards and ever upwards in the hope that they'd finally outrun the pink plague. With every new floor they added another layer of security, another bio-scanner, another decontamination chamber, another pointless piece of technology that didn't seem to do a damned thing against the ever-growing threat.
It starts as an itch behind the eyes, one that no amount of yawning or allergy medicine can fix, one that develops into compulsive scratching and clawing at the eyes - anything to make the itch stop. As a result most victims go blind, removal of the eyes or paralysis of the optic nerves in their entirety is the best cure for the time being.
Still doesn't fix them, still doesn't stop the other symptoms from developing but its all that they can do while the majority of their finance is devoted to building barriers between them and the infected. Really it should be called the red tape plague for all the hassle it is to simply walk from your home to the shops and back. Every ten or so paces a medical officer stops you to do yet another scan in case you manage to contract the plague in the next five seconds.
To those of us at the base of the metropolis, the ones who still aren't infected, the sky might as well be as mythical as the alleged cure they float about the higher levels. All we see are slivers of sunlight squeezing between the buildings, thinner than our hope for living til the next month.
It starts as an itch behind the eyes, one that no amount of yawning or allergy medicine can fix, one that develops into compulsive scratching and clawing at the eyes - anything to make the itch stop. As a result most victims go blind, removal of the eyes or paralysis of the optic nerves in their entirety is the best cure for the time being.
Still doesn't fix them, still doesn't stop the other symptoms from developing but its all that they can do while the majority of their finance is devoted to building barriers between them and the infected. Really it should be called the red tape plague for all the hassle it is to simply walk from your home to the shops and back. Every ten or so paces a medical officer stops you to do yet another scan in case you manage to contract the plague in the next five seconds.
To those of us at the base of the metropolis, the ones who still aren't infected, the sky might as well be as mythical as the alleged cure they float about the higher levels. All we see are slivers of sunlight squeezing between the buildings, thinner than our hope for living til the next month.
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