The sky was darker than usual on the day of the launch. I climbed
down the narrow winding staircase one step at a time. As I reached
the bottom I peered out the glass windows of The Centre. They
were tinted, so those outside could not see in. I suppose I was an
outsider too, looking in on a future I didn’t belong to. The Director
laughed. I instantly lost my train of thought, as he and Mr Tobor
took the elevator to level seven, leaving me and the past behind.
It was five o’clock when the power went out. Quite strange, I
thought, it had been a decade since the last blackout. That was when
I knew something was terribly wrong. The Officers from EyeCorp
barged through the doors of The Centre. Women screamed,
commoners were grabbed, windows were shattered. It was at that
point when I noticed The Director and Mr Tobor in the rear corner
of the lobby observing all and yet, they remained unharmed.
That was the last thing I remember before The Dome was
enforced. All selected humans, meaning those gifted talent and
blessed, and of course, Iron Men, remain inside The Dom
Inferiors, less capable humans, commoners and the rest are locked
outside The Dome where resources are low and disease is endemic.
The advancement of The Iron Men and technology created a
cruel world. Those inside The Dome have a chance, an expectation
to succeed. But what do those outside The Dome have? We are left
on the outside, looking in.