Renee Kane looked down, studying the island that stretched out as far as the eye could see. She wasn't sure if this was the legendary "Raloa Island."
Towering buildings covered the island. Beneath the dazzling, flashing neon lights was a city even more prosperous than she had imagined.
There was no exposed earth on the island; everything was covered in cold, mechanical materials.
Every so often, there was a human-sized spherical object that blended in with the surrounding covering.
Its surface, shimmering with a silvery metallic sheen, was covered in pipes of various colors. They tangled together like blood vessels, converging at the sphere's center. For a fleeting moment, one could almost feel its heartbeat.
It was clearly entirely mechanical, yet it looked like the egg of some creature.
Logically, a place like this should have an astronomical gap between the rich and poor, but as Renee Kane circled the island at high speed, she saw none of the "slums" she had expected.
