Before the sky brightened, Solon had already woken up. He hadn't slept at all last night, and this was the first insomnia he'd had in fifteen years. Looking out the window at the holographic board of the underground city evolving into the morning light, it seemed that even the city was shrouded in a fog of light.

He stood by the window and slowly drank a cup of clean water. Solon suddenly thought back to the past, since the rebellion fifteen years ago, he had ascended to the ...