The Last Dragon of Utopia

The capital was erected not as a city, but as an absolute statement.

It was a conviction given form, a process of geological patience and memory.

The skyways were a testament to perfected motion, a silent, fluid ballet above

the world. Energy was the last dragon to be slain, the final monster

to be tamed. Inside the apartment, the atmosphere was a fragile construct of synthetic normalcy

and peace. We are ready. Final diagnostics are complete. Ignition sequence is

imminent. Call us when it is done. I love you. The cataclysm found

him in the middle of a trivial chore, rinsing a plate. There was a