Chris sat on the end of his bed. The simulated window shown the earth, and was supposed to make you feel awe. Looking at everyone you
love
, and everything you know in one place. But Chris was just mad, all this shit he said looking at the view.
Fake shit! He yelled.
It started the night he found he could change the simulated window. It seemed like it was hooked to a loop, he took off one panel, and that led to another. A piece of wire he took from his remote, and you could just change it, like a normal TV. With this discovery he felt liberated. At first he just watched porn which was forbidden in
Spacecity
, now though he watched the news shit they didn't show here. Stories and events, and the Blue group had its hand in everything. He hated the CEO, and all that he did. Or more like didn't do. No one in Spacecity knew about these things. People didn't really talk about that, they ignored that, said focus on the work. But how could he let this Ivory blimp continue, he felt like a match, pressed up against box ready to light. Everything he watched made him madder. Why aren't they talking about the strikes, about the working conditions, about the data. He thought there had to be more things like this simulated window, cracks in the machine that he could exploit. There had to be a way into the center of this, he had to find it, then he could do something.
