An Excerpt From A Page From Tomorrow

October 12, 2103

There's a big storm topside, Kerry says. He couldn't keep the scout up long enough to take all the readings. The water is almost at its peak soon, maybe two years. They keep having to extend the ventilation in some places and fixing it in others. Too much pressure way down here.

We still haven't had contact with Exodus II, not even from Pacific Reach, the highest tower. It's been almost a year now. Kerry wants to look for them, but there's way too much area to cover and who knows where they drifted to. That's if they're still floating. Blood stupid to have gone on that ship in the first place, if you ask me. At least down here we can't sink.

I'll volunteer to go with him, when he goes. I'm sick of these sim lights already, they're nothing like real sunshine. I feel sorry for our children. By the time we're able to return permanently - if that even happens - they'll have evolved to live without it. I think we might already have.