Feeling invigorated and dapper, he activated the door and stepped into the corridor.
Strolling in leisure, he walked to the viewing dome and peered out at Earth. A chubby matron stood next to him.
"Lovely, isn't it?" she said.
"It's quite a sight. This your first time?"
"Yes. It's all wonderful up here. I think it's marvelous that the satellite's been built!"
"It certainly is," Dave said, thinking of the radiation-eaten wretches somewhere in the lower levels of the big wheel.
Feeling a little sick to his stomach, he smiled and walked on. A grey-clad guard stood at the entrance to the Tourists' Lounge. Choking back his tenseness, Conroy walked up to him.
"Pardon me, officer—"
"Yes?"