CT smiles and nods her head to the side. "Trade? Sharing for sharing. If you want."
She rolls her bracelet up over her palm to fiddle with as she talks. "My home city was the capital, San Tierra. The way I always describe it is— cities on Resol spread upwards, not outwards. Outside city limits it was all mining, production, farmland... and the smaller the footprint of the city, the more resources we could put out. And Outer Colonies live and die on the back of their exports.
"Anyway, that meant that cities were sort of... built on top of themselves. Buildings built atop other buildings, or on top of platforms multiple levels up, levels interconnected by bridges or roads... there wasn't really a ground level, just up and down, and it wasn't neatly organised, you know? It all just sprung up organically as the city grew. Though— there was one clear divide: the richer you were, the higher up you lived. I was never in the lowest zones, but I was much, much closer to them than I was the top.
"Now, the safe way to get around was using the elevators, powered stairs, monorails, so on. Buuuut kids who grew up in poorer areas tended to..." she laughs to herself, shrugs, "be a little more adventurous? We learned to climb up the outside of buildings, or use service shafts, or hop between platforms and bridges, so on. A whole generation or freerunners skipping fares because we could. I used to love sitting on ledges you were never meant to get to, even if it gave my brother a heart attack every time he spotted me doing it."
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CT smiles and nods her head to the side. "Trade? Sharing for sharing. If you want."
She rolls her bracelet up over her palm to fiddle with as she talks. "My home city was the capital, San Tierra. The way I always describe it is— cities on Resol spread upwards, not outwards. Outside city limits it was all mining, production, farmland... and the smaller the footprint of the city, the more resources we could put out. And Outer Colonies live and die on the back of their exports.
"Anyway, that meant that cities were sort of... built on top of themselves. Buildings built atop other buildings, or on top of platforms multiple levels up, levels interconnected by bridges or roads... there wasn't really a ground level, just up and down, and it wasn't neatly organised, you know? It all just sprung up organically as the city grew. Though— there was one clear divide: the richer you were, the higher up you lived. I was never in the lowest zones, but I was much, much closer to them than I was the top.
"Now, the safe way to get around was using the elevators, powered stairs, monorails, so on. Buuuut kids who grew up in poorer areas tended to..." she laughs to herself, shrugs, "be a little more adventurous? We learned to climb up the outside of buildings, or use service shafts, or hop between platforms and bridges, so on. A whole generation or freerunners skipping fares because we could. I used to love sitting on ledges you were never meant to get to, even if it gave my brother a heart attack every time he spotted me doing it."