There was an "accident" that left a giant crater in the middle of the city that guys with machine guns would keep anyone from getting within a mile of, and the sky was roughly the color of an old, orange flavored drink container, but you could still buy sunglasses that cost more than some people's monthly rent.  

If you were old enough to remember visions of the future where everything happened at the push of a button and had a prefix like "moon" or "astro" in front of it, the contrast seemed almost aggressive in its intent. 

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