"Masks up!" Elias yelled, though no one heard him over the roar.
The hum stopped. The gas began to settle, coating everything in a fine emerald powder. Elias tucked the cylinder into his jacket, his heart hammering against his ribs. Daily Releases (X-12 )
Elias stood at the edge of the pneumatic platform, his boots kicking up red dust. Behind him, the massive bulkhead of the colony hissed open. For twelve hours, the atmosphere scrubbers inside the dome had to be purged, and the only way to keep the oxygen levels stable for the elites in the "Upper Tier" was to vent the toxic byproduct into the slums of X-12. "Masks up
Tomorrow’s Release would be different. Tomorrow, he wouldn't be scavenging for scraps; he’d be uploading a virus back up the vent. Elias tucked the cylinder into his jacket, his