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addition to the cool blue light from the glowing dome above, the wires running through the crannies all around them lit up the exterior. The dull glow the electricity exhibited during the day seemed almost fluorescent at night; the current flowed like water through the wires and over the top of the domed ceilings.
    Jacob remembered how he loved running the catwalk above Zone 15 and how he returned to Hospitality many times to do just that. Watching the blue current race through the dome above him and through the lines all around the perimeter became his favorite pastime, he spent many a lonely day this way after his father’s passing. Reminiscing about the time he came here with his father, watching the Bullets come and go.
    He followed the current back and forth countless times while he waited for the Bullet to pick them up that day. Stopping in the middle when the viewing tube was unoccupied, to take a look at the beauty of the life living w ithin the Gardens so many zones below him. Beneath him was a bustling city, and he watched the people go to and fro as he cruised the catwalk. Jacob took much delight in the whooshing noise the circular doors made when he triggered their opening, then running through them and listening to them close, making the same noise in reverse.
    Of all the things he saw that day, nothing made a lasting impression like seeing the Tesla Coils from above for the first time. The immensity of the giant coils, sitting atop the tall, thick rods and steel frame support, was something that could only be appreciated from so high. The massive metallic sphere that sat atop the coil buzzed with energy running up the length of the coil before stopping at the sphere. Sparks arced off the top, waiting for something to stray into range so it could quickly make acquaintance and just as quickly say goodbye. Time and time again, the arcs angrily returned first back to the sphere, then down the coil, and finally back to the lines where they tirelessly ran until power down made them vanish.
    Despite all the unique visual stimuli; the colors, the frightening heights, the coils, Jacob could not forget the anticipation of traveling for the first time. After hearing the whistle to board, Jacob pu t on his G-suit and strapped into his chair, where he became antsy, squirming to get a look. He hated the shackles on his wrists and ankles and the restraints that bound his torso just as much as the brace that steadied his neck and head, because it made him feel helpless. Once all the other passengers were strapped in, a loud horn bellowed and an automated voice came over an intercom, instructing passengers on what to expect as the Bullet rolled slowly out of the station. After the instructions finished, the Bullet stopped.
    The G force created by the start up was a thrill unlike any other he had experienced and erased his disdain for his constraints. His stomach felt like it was floating, he could feel the skin on his face pull back. The constraints may hav e been unnecessary, it was hard enough to blink an eye, let alone move his limbs, the G force prevented it. He wanted to turn away, to watch the blue glow of the ‘Haus disappear after takeoff, but the velocity of the speeding Bullet prevented all movement. The thrill was not one he would experience again, though he often thought about traveling more, he really had no good reason to do so, opting instead to stack his credits.
    His reminiscing was interrupted by the loud clanging of the newly arrived material s. Bundles of steel used to form the framework were lowered onto the scaffolding, where they would await attachment. Jasper shuffled down to the end of the beam, taking full precaution so as not to slip. He positioned the piece of steel, aligning the holes between the crossbeam on which they were standing and the tall curved beam that formed the wedge they were filling in. After attaching the bolts necessary to stabilize the metal, Jacob moved in and welded a bead at