The group exited the ship and walked through the hanger. The hanger’s halls were long and somewhat confusing but different colored lights lined the wall above everyone. The lights lead the way out to the street.
Cyd, in a rush to see what was around the next corner, found his way to the front of the pack. AD7 lagged behind GarDNAnge1 marveling at the technological wonders all around. She barely managed to keep the group in her sight range.
Message boards appeared and disappeared on the walls as they passed. When active, a message board was bright as any lighted sign. When inactive, the wall that held the sign looked the same as any other part of the wall. Confused, AD7 tapped the wall to make sure. It felt like any other bit of concrete whether or not there was a message on the wall. This only confused her more but she knew not to dwell on it or she would be left behind.
There were so many messages; AD7 couldn’t help but skim through some of them as she walked by. Oddly enough, some of the stories were about her. They celebrated her arrival and boasted in the new hope of their victory in the upcoming trails.
It was unusual being the topic of news but nothing about her situation was normal. There was a whole operation dedicated to reviving her. The fact that she was there to read the story was proof of the successful mission. While she was happy that they found success, they had already made many magnificent things that she had only dreamed of. Why did they need her?
After a few more turns through the hallways, GarDNAnge1 reached the exit with Cyd and AD7. The team members walked into the city without caring for the wonderful sights. This was their home. Everything was perfectly normal for them. To AD7, this all was brand new.
She stared wide eyed at the city, trying to take everything in. The first thing she noticed was the city’s utter cleanliness. There was not a speck of significant dirt, grime, or dust anywhere that was not acceptable.
There were small gardens lined with small flowers. There was dirt in the gardens but that dirt was formed and shaped, stopping where the walkways began. Buildings were covered with the same type of concrete that she saw in the hanger’s halls. AD7 guessed they could also become the message boards she saw in the hanger.
The next thing AD7 saw were tall trees strewn throughout Sanity. She naturally mistook the nearest one for an oddly shaped wall. Instead, it was the thickest tree she had ever seen. She tried to lift her head high enough to see the top. She found herself bending backwards. Long bridges connected the trees far above the city. She could only guess they were for guards.
As AD7 looked up, she also noticed small droids flying above the city between the canopy and the city paths. There were hundreds of them each with a bright light flying much faster than she could follow. They were bright enough to provide light for the city; she could only guess that they had a second purpose.
“I like this,” Cyd spoke naturally as he walked over to AD7, “It’s like a hidden mystical-techno-ninja-sniper village.”
Interrupted, AD7 looked at the not-so-young man that seemed familiar with her, “I’m sorry?”
“Oh my mistake,” he said extending his hand, “My name is Cyd. I worked at the Rejuvenation Center you stayed at. I’ve seen you in stasis for so long. It’s nice to see you up and about.”
“Yeah,” AD7 reluctantly agreed as she shook his hand.
“There you are,” Keyanna interrupted. She and Tirzah returned from the group to retrieve the stragglers, “I thought I’d lost you. This way. Let me show you around the city.”
Keyanna lead AD7 left down the walkway while Tirzah walked with Cyd in the opposite direction.