Chapter 142

I stood in my house, gazing at the sprawling expanse of New York City below, dreaming of transforming it into a colossal dome.

However, the architectural limitations soon became apparent, leading to a revised plan of constructing a network of smaller domes, each the size of a soccer field, interconnected like a honeycomb.

This design was not only efficient but also practical in case of emergencies, such as shattered glass or structural failures. It could be easily detached and repaired without causing trouble to the entire dome.

As the temperature inside the dome needed to be controlled for the plants and for the humans.

The first group of eighty slaves, were settled in one of the completed domes. For the time being, they shared a common sleeping area, heavily medicated to aid their recovery and adjustment to their new environment.

Each person was assigned a spherical device designed to help them acclimate to this "new Eden."

At the night before, I was guiding them out of the undergro