Manhattan glittered to her left, towers piercing the uplit sky. Through a gap in the storm clouds she saw thousands of automated craft streak back and forth in a mix of red and white navigation lights. Crystal droplets glistened on the towers’ upper skins, the faintest hint of blue and green under the dying sun. Alice had heard rumors of sprawling forests under geodesic domes, of seas trapped inside mile-wide glass bubbles, of rosewood boulevards filled with laughter. Each tower had its own internal security, so the chance she’d ever see for herself was remote.