Chapter Eight
At the end of the passage, Tina and Rex came to a spacious atrium area that would have been sleek and modern if it hadn’t been crammed with people and noise.
The air was so hazy that the far end of the space—large enough to show the curvature of the floor—disappeared into a bluish mist.
They really had a problem with dust and clean air here. This couldn’t be sustainable or healthy for the station. Everywhere Tina looked, crowds and lines of people waited to enter offices.
A long line of people accompanied by travel bags stretched across the hall. Some people had sat down, and others were even asleep with her heads on their luggage. Men looked unshaven, women were dishevelled, children whined.
How many days had they been waiting here?
“Where do all these people come from
