Ron stood on the Roof, protected from the elements by only his clothes and a hard hat. He was aware that the others were keeping an eye on him, the new guy, and he understood it; some people can’t take it up here. One new hire a few years ago got so panicky and out of control that he ran right off the edge.
Olympia is two miles tall, reckoned at the roof deck where they were. A hundred years ago, when the arcology was new, that was considered big.
This was Ron’s first time outside. He could handle it.
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