( The question isn't as much of a non-sequitur as it seems, but Louis isn't particularly keen on explaining himself. )
Follow me.
( With a sweep of his arm, he leads Daniel toward the doors to the outside.
It looks like an ordinary city, except for all the ways that it's completely wrong. The thing that unnerves Louis's senses the most is the deep, unnatural quiet. It isn't entirely dead — there's the hum of electricity and all the invisible machinery required to keep a city running, and small natural sounds, like the wind in the manicured trees, or the flap of a canvas awning above a storefront. But the background drone of traffic is absent. There are no mortal crowds on their way home from the bars, no destitute strangers sleeping in the shadows of doorways. No rats to eat. The streets are too clean. )
I don't know how many of us there are. A hundred, perhaps? More than when I arrived, but not nearly enough for this place to feel truly alive.
( It's disturbing to hear his own footsteps on the pavement. )
And yet somehow, people's needs seem to all be accounted for. Food and drinks are replenished, inevitably, though no one knows how it happens. It's something beyond my understanding.
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Follow me.
( With a sweep of his arm, he leads Daniel toward the doors to the outside.
It looks like an ordinary city, except for all the ways that it's completely wrong. The thing that unnerves Louis's senses the most is the deep, unnatural quiet. It isn't entirely dead — there's the hum of electricity and all the invisible machinery required to keep a city running, and small natural sounds, like the wind in the manicured trees, or the flap of a canvas awning above a storefront. But the background drone of traffic is absent. There are no mortal crowds on their way home from the bars, no destitute strangers sleeping in the shadows of doorways. No rats to eat. The streets are too clean. )
I don't know how many of us there are. A hundred, perhaps? More than when I arrived, but not nearly enough for this place to feel truly alive.
( It's disturbing to hear his own footsteps on the pavement. )
And yet somehow, people's needs seem to all be accounted for. Food and drinks are replenished, inevitably, though no one knows how it happens. It's something beyond my understanding.