The world wasn’t always like this, the Elders once said. We weren’t always Children of Luna, basking in the soft, pale glow of the only thing strong enough to cut through the haze of the eternal smog and the space debris. They sometimes speak of a time when we were free to roam the surface under the Sun, our greatest threat. It was 3 times smaller then, a gentle warmth instead of an inferno. The Elders say a lot of things though, and none of them really matter in the grand scheme of things. The Sun is the Sun, and Luna is Luna - nothing to be done but to finish putting on a hazmat suit and follow the old maglev tracks towards the good scavenging spot.