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Container City

Riley pushed open the skylight of her container, the sounds of the city around her flew in like the cool ocean wind. She held her dry toast in between her teeth and climbed the rope ladder, to exitonto the roof. She was on top of one of the largest stacks of old metal shipping containers, a network of ladders, walkways and zip lines spread across the old port allowing travel to different areas of the improvised slum.
Riley bit her toast and chewed as her eyes squinted into the distant, the Arcology was just visible in the haze, a rising envirodome encasing a cityscape of plastisteel and glass. It may as well have been on the other side of the world.
Riley walked to the edge of her container, wiping the crumbs off her hand and pulled the short monocord from her belt and hooked it on a zip line, checking nobody was nearby that she might collide into she pushed off and zoomed down towards street level, she needed a shower before she went to the docks, maybe today she’d score big, maybe today would be different.

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