I awoke to a grey dawn, mist curling through the blackened trees around me. I remembered little of the night before, it had been my first day on the surface. The people here were strange, motivated by sheer desire rather than the sturdy and tested morals of the people below. I remember engaging in their deborchary, I wanted to learn more about their culture and how they survived up here. They knew little about what had come before them, and they didn’t care to learn more.
I, of course, was raised down below. I was brought up with schools and history, I knew all about the wars that had landed us in our iron vaults beneath the soil. I never realised how respectable everyone was until I came up here.