Chapter Twenty-Nine
Arcology Concourse
With his helmet strapped on and carbine aimed high, Jay felt good being on level ground again. He rushed ahead, Nasira a step behind. Her breathing was softer than his, though; he probably should’ve kept up with his interval training.
A series of balconies were visible just ahead, revealing some kind of Purity visitor’s center, all shiny surfaces, with a weird sculpture of three faithful followers reaching up toward a polygonal planet Earth, inches from their grasp.
At least Purity didn’t believe the Earth was flat.
Jay circled the sculpture and approached a sign marked as Level 65: Higher Education School—a one-stop shop for all your family indoctrination needs.
He moved on from the school, heading to the south end of the concourse. On his righ
