The last remaining bits of human civilization can be found in a city smothered in the smog of their ancestors.
Tall buildings nicknamed, skyticklers by their inhabitants, rise high above the thick layers of fumes and smoke.
The human race had never been this close to the heavens before.
All the animals and plant life that this planet once had was wiped out by the poisonous smog that haunted them.
Far below them were gigantic machines that through a process that polluted the Earth even more gave them food, water and electricity.
Robots roamed the Earth and were created to maintain the machines that kept them alive.
And with each passing year the sea of smog would rise up exactly one floor, and so they build another floor on top of the skyscrapers, moving up their lives one floor at a time.
This went on until they climbed up so high up into the atmosphere, no human life was impossible.
Tall buildings nicknamed, skyticklers by their inhabitants, rise high above the thick layers of fumes and smoke.
The human race had never been this close to the heavens before.
All the animals and plant life that this planet once had was wiped out by the poisonous smog that haunted them.
Far below them were gigantic machines that through a process that polluted the Earth even more gave them food, water and electricity.
Robots roamed the Earth and were created to maintain the machines that kept them alive.
And with each passing year the sea of smog would rise up exactly one floor, and so they build another floor on top of the skyscrapers, moving up their lives one floor at a time.
This went on until they climbed up so high up into the atmosphere, no human life was impossible.
