When the space elevator whooshed out of the thick cloud layer, the little girl pressed her forehead against the frosted observation window. Her breath fogged up a small part of the glass, and her two beautiful red eyes stared at the scenery outside, filled with a rare innocence and surprise.
During the first ten minutes of ascent, the city below the elevator silently shrank. The skyscrapers of the morning were like film strips dipped in transparent development fluid; the streets, landmark buildings, and artificial rivers were all so orderly, constructed like precision machinery to form the full picture of Nest City No. 3.
Or perhaps, Nest City itself is a colossal machine, operated with human dreams, blood, and sweat.
"About to pass through the raincloud layer."
An electronic prompt sounded timely, as the space elevator reached an altitude of ten kilometers.
