He chuckled with his weather-worn temperament, saying, “You are quite mature. You understand why we surrendered, but our children don’t...” He sighed and smiled helplessly. “Sigh. The children are growing up. We can’t stop them if they want to fly.”

“They’ll understand when they have their own kids,” I said. I had seen an old grandma killing an innocent girl just because she didn’t want to cause more deaths. So what if they had surrendered? It was unfair to themselves, but it wouldn’t hurt the people around them.

Humanity was unsteady in this ghoulish world. What was morality?

He let out puffs of smoke that formed rings in the air.

“How was this place built?” I looked at the rare skylake in front of me, asking.

He smoked quietly for a long time before...