Life in the Big CityBased on JG Ballard’s “The Concentration City”More Like This
It’s an enclosed universe.
The City is all its inhabitants know. It extends in all directions, east and west, north and south, up and down. It is built into a matrix of incredibly hard rock, which is only slowly cut away with plasma torches. The rock, extending indefinitely upwards and down, should be compressed to white heat in spite of its enormous strength, but gravity is strange here: it shifts in direction if you travel far enough. There is no “center” of the world gravity pulls towards. About 40% of the rock matrix has been cut away to create voids to house endless layers of buildings, and networks of tunnels to connect the open spaces. Stacks of buildings, in standardized layers a hundred feet deep and twenty blocks to a mile, are supported by massive braces attached to the sides of the rock walls as well as their foundations, hung like birdcages on the immovable stone walls. Everything is very so