Looking down, floating cars were speeding across the suspended lanes, while many pedestrians were walking on the ground sidewalks, everything neatly ordered.
"I should wait a while to avoid killing someone and bringing misfortune to another family."
That's what Hanton thought.
He sat down at the edge of the rooftop, leaning on the cold low wall, letting his heels hang in the air as he quietly reminisced about his ordinary life.
The earliest memories that remained were of the Baby Administration, where he lived carefree every day, playing, laughing, crying, shouting, and learning the basic structures of knowledge, understanding Dark City and his own tribe.
Once he left the Baby Administration and returned to his parents, Hanton's life trajectory became clearly visible.
Schooling, graduation, work, marriage, childbirth, working until retirement, elderly care, and having his ashes buried under the Divine Tree in the cemetery.
