by Clive Ousley
The metal corridors go on and on, only punctuated by workrooms and other citizens’ cell doors.
But Mattie Prince had a dream she called Paradise – it was of a place where a warm, bright globe refreshed and made your skin glow with health.
But contrasting that vision was another. A nightmare all the citizens knew of – it was a place called Out Side. In that place were dust storms, acid rivers . . .