The transparent elevator car offered a panoramic view of the underground city, revealing a dozen or so similar exits that led to the world above.
Aged hovercars occasionally streaked through the air, and holographic projections floated amidst the urban sprawl.
Dense clusters of towering buildings, constructs of fused concrete and steel, each hundreds of meters tall and wide, occupied area after area like colossal beehives.
Their windows, some shut tight and others half-open, resembled countless eyes staring down at the city.
Neon signs flickered all around. Some had aging wiring that spit crackling sparks, while others were nailed directly to rust-colored pipes.
Roads of concrete and asphalt crisscrossed the entire Hive District. Perhaps due to the perpetual lack of sunlight, the roadsides were overgrown with moss, which people occasionally came to clear away.
Even deep underground, the district was ablaze with lights, teeming with endless streams of traffic and pedestrians.
