Sometimes I can't believe this was my home.
No.6, one of the last six civilizations left in the world. Others call it an utopia compared to the West Block outside the walls of No.6. There are plants around every corner, fully functional AI robots cannot be told apart from humans and crimes are a rarity on the streets.
Then I look around again and I realize things other people refuse to acknowledge.
The plants aren't alive, their just holograms with oxygen pumps. The robots have built in cameras that record the lives of the citizens. There are no crimes on the street but that's because the officials make deals under the table that can earn more than any mugging or kidnapping.
It's a utopia in name only, humans never learn because the world hasn't changed. People are still greedy and merciless.
Compared to this fake paradise, I find the West Block to be a much better place to live. Not that it is any better but because of a different reason. Where ever he is, I am home, that is my reason.
Disclaimer: No.6 doesn't belong to me.