The Abandoned Luna's Return
The air was thick with the dust of the Mothership's fall, and the sun looked like a pale, sickly ghost through the haze.
We headed back toward the ruins of New Zurich, toward the skeleton of the Space Elevator that rose like a burnt finger into the sky.
The journey was a lesson in the reality of the "Default." We saw thousands of people wandering the highways, their eyes glazed with shock. Some were fighting over bottles of water; others were simply sitting in the middle of the road, waiting for a transport ship that was never coming.
"It's a graveyard," Silas whispered, his hand on my shoulder.