Instead of just teleporting, I decided to take a car into the inner district. I could've blinked straight there in an instant, but today I wanted to actually see things — feel the road, watch the streets roll by, and get a proper, ground-level look at how the redevelopment was coming along.
Two birds with one stone.
I slouched back in the passenger seat, watching the cracked asphalt slide under us while the engine's low rumble mixed with the distant clatter of construction. Our part of the district was finally starting to show signs of life.
We passed a stretch of old, abandoned farms — fields that had once been nothing but dead soil and weeds. But now, thanks to Evelina and the consensus, they'd been carved up and reassigned.
Fresh fences cut across the land. New irrigation lines glinted in the light. Half-assembled machinery sat waiting by the roadside, like it had just taken a break and might start moving again at any second.
