The white Ferrari sliced through the sky over the Upper Zone with an elegance that Lohan, accustomed only to the jolts and deafening noise of the flying public buses, had never imagined possible.
From the privileged vantage point of the pressurized cabin, the world below him transformed into a prism of vibrant colors and pulsating life. Unlike the gray, monotonous view he had from the cracked windows of Sector 4's transport, where industrial smoke obscured any horizon, here Lohan saw Eden-3 in its full glory.
Down below, the streets were not cracked asphalt paths covered in puddles of chemical sludge like in the Lower Zone; they were wide avenues, paved with materials that glistened in the sun, flanked by vertical gardens and trees whose leaves looked as if they had been cleaned by hand.
