suburbs1 (Powerline Noise) -
https://youtu.be/_W1P7AvV17w>SUBURBIAYou can hear nothing but the deep breathing of the City. An electric hum in the background of the world. The noise and rumble of tirelessly working machines are heard under your feet.
The Suburban Layer. The Big Empty. An unknown technological landscape beyond the outskirts of the City, without time and without end. A day like a thousand years. The pale lights of faraway complexes glimmer like the false stars beneath the steel sky. Man's left hand must have built these spaces, unbeknownst to his right hand.
Who else would have built them?
And explorers whisper their rumors, endlessly. Out there, they say, there is fortune to be had. They say the abandoned labs grow from a single root - the secret central lab which binds them all and where the unknown sciences are studied out without end. They say there's a desert under the earth, where the sun shines even still. They say a lot of things. Some of them might even be true.
A lone supply train cuts timewise across the wastes. A torch carries light through the darkness. Along the velvet horizon, the grand silhouettes of the City's ancient pillars rise immeasurably and infinitely tall.
You shake off the sudden vision. Your insides must still be dazed due to the employment process, that must be it.
Thoughts of employee ticket costs, the space for experimentation, shipment times, and purely practical considerations begin to build up in your head. You are far away from the City proper, after all. Things are getting to be a bit too heavy, yet too light to think about, so you take a look at your assigned anomalies.