Chapter Forty
The lights inside the domes are different.
I know it’s a strange thing to notice. After all that’s happened, after all the changes that can never be undone, it’s the lights that bother me. They’re brighter and whiter, like the people who designed the domes wanted to prove they were pure enough to deserve salvation.
During the day, the sun pours in through the glass. There’s something in the panes that keeps the rays from biting my skin, and I can almost pretend this fool’s paradise is real. The scent of the growing plants fills the air. There’s green everywhere and animals roaming around like a true Garden of Eden.
Then I go down into the tunnels that connect one dome to the next, and the fake white light reminds me that every good thing they’ve pretended to create is a l
