Rich Under Their Hate: The Social Status System
The weight of the server racks, once held by magnetic stability, collapsed under the sudden power death, dragging the floor down with it.
Pim felt herself falling. She grabbed for something, anything, and her hand locked onto Chalida’s wrist.
"Pim!" Chalida’s scream was lost in the roar of collapsing concrete and twisting steel.
They plummeted through the darkness, the air whistling past them, smelling of ozone and ozone-charred silk. Pim felt the wind rushing against her face, the sensation of gravity finally returning, harsh and unforgiving.
They crashed into a heap in the lower basement levels, the dust of the ceiling burying them in a shroud of gray debris. Pim coughed, her lungs burning