Who’s the first to cross over? It sure as hell isn’t me. I’ll let those dumb sons of bitches be the ones to test the border, with their enthusiasm and dreams of glory and discovery. I’m perfectly content with my dreams of waking up to another pot of coffee tomorrow.
I am damn far back in line and don’t have the best view up ahead. nobody has started running in the opposite direction yet, or screamed bloody murder for that matter. All good signs. Still, we are all anxious, especially me. Its a suspicious thing after all, when this pocket -no more like a bubble because you can see the curvature of its barrier- of pure, breathable air suddenly appears just miles outside of many highly populated areas around the world. All these bubbles are somehow fully protected from the exhaust and smog and smoke that fills the surrounding atmosphere. None of the outside air passes through but objects of higher density can pass right through the bubble like stepping through a doorway.
What a gift right? Breathable air when these black skies are all we’ve ever known? Yet every metropolis, including this one, has been too paranoid to investigate until now. I am less than enthusiastic to report we were selected by the powers that be to be the first expedition to explore a one of these. I mean, yeah, the thought of taking this damn thing off and being able to inhale is an interesting one. But all I can imagine is the horror movie scenario on the other side. These things never end well. I’m just fine with my respirator and my smoggles, thank you very much. But here I am, with no real choice in the matter, and will be on the other side soon.
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