Patrolled, locked down, cordoned off and scanned ninety times per second. The shining city of Ellis was no longer a piece of his territory. It didn’t irritate him. It infuriated him. Even still, no one seemed to notice or care if they did recognize a change. The traffic between the gleaming buildings standing like blades of steel grass in a field of green and blue was bustling. All sky traffic was limited to a one thousand metre ceiling, which would be plenty of space for anywhere else, but this was Ellis. Everyone wanted to be there, there was something for everyone to covet, and no one could have it all in one trip. The land of the beautiful and the powerful, Governor Tate didn’t have the stomach for the place. Fashion seemed to change nightly in the clubs, the sports were either destructive or brutally over-hyped with more logos and shouting announcers than actual action. The gambling, shows and barely understandable trends of the ultra-rich ruled the centre of the city. The Circle Grand was lit up as though they were signalling God, and as far as they were concerned, they were.
