This flight is taking forever. I couldn’t comprehend why I took this job in the first place. I’m to be a teacher for the biology sector of a high school, the same job I had, only with less pay. Sighing at the thought of myself making such a bad decision I decide to try and look at the brighter side of it. I’m going to the barge, or as it’s more commonly named, Freedom City. I’ve always wanted to be on it since they began construction 12 years ago, only about 3 months after the accident. As to be expected they barred all nuclear based experiments in light of the collapse they had caused back then. It’s hard to think of it now, how everything I grew up around was doused with radiation overflowing from the UCLA campus. Almost half the valley gone from that stupid experiment, flooded with radioactive particles that crippled the agricultural supremacy that America was just rebuilding.
Since then the world has changed exponentially. Russia has become a majour supplier of oil and steel with their new ability to tap into the Siberian surplus of materials. China and India have been at war for almost 3 years with constant threats of nuclear annihilation. The Koreas are actually at war with the South being supplied and reinforced by the new Japanese military force. Europe is in a cold war with the middle east and turkey and all of these cultures have found a new home inside the skyscrapers of the floating metropolis that I am currently in transit to.
I lean back in my chair and let out a sigh as I can’t even see the ocean I’m flying over, cloud cover blocking my vision. The city can’t be too far off now though. I’ve been flying for some 8 hours and the place is relatively close to Hawaii. I look out the window again trying to ignore the crying child a few rows back and I notice some small specs on the distance. I pull my small spy glass from my bag and look at the approaching objects. Freedom city defense jets, that means we are at least within 40 miles of the city. Within a few minutes they are flying next to the plane as an escort to the landing strip. I look down at the clouds and notice them growing higher to meet us. We were descending and soon we breached the bottom of the clouds. The pilot’s voice scratched onto the intercom.
“Welcome to Freedom City everyone.”