—This is my answer to everyone who criticized this project. The press dismissed the idea of bionic towers here, in Yamanoi, but now I can say to them all: “Look.”

This scale model shows the South Tower, rising one thousand meters high, the very tower we are inaugurating today. As you can see, it includes multiple gardens, swimming pools, schools, shops, supermarkets, roads, a university, a zoo, a hospital, a World History Museum, and countless spas. We show this in a scale model because, in real life, you could not possibly explore the tower in a single day.

Above all else, for energy, thanks to our light-absorbing systems and intensive cultivation methods, every tower will be completely independent of the outside world. And for the skeptics—and for the Institute of Seismology—let me remind: Sugitani Corporation stressed the importance of building six towers with advanced anti-seismic materials. These towers are taller than Tokyo’s tallest structures and twice the height of New York’s skyline.

Before you leave, I want to remind the spirit in which these buildings were created. At a time when Earth’s population has reached twenty billion, and even the Martian colonies are overcrowded, only the sky itself offers salvation. These towers were built as dreams made real: homes for six hundred thousand people, one hundred thousand in each tower, where life can be lived in luxury, on green hills above the clouds, free from acid rain, crime, corruption, terrorism, politics… free, in essence, from worry.

Gentlemen, welcome to the Green Hills Yamanoi architectural complex!

Hiruishi decided to take the elevator number five. It was the only one that went up to the University without stopping at the Katsugaoa gardens, and at that hour, he certainly wouldn’t encounter anyone in the elevators. Hiruishi was afraid of being seen going to the University, especially by his colleagues who worked in the refrigerator. In the South Tower, after ten o’clock at night, it was rare to see anyone in the elevators, on the streets, or in the corridors. Only on the fifty-sixth floor and its bars and nightclubs could one see people and Kiko’s — the low-powered cars allowed in the towers.

Hirushi went straight up to the 409th floor. The University in the South Tower occupied the top floors, filled with mirrored recesses and landing pads for spaceships. The hall where he emerged was the University’s grand hall, 3,000 square meters, with enormous Greek statues and marble columns that supported the magnificent mirrored dome.

Hiruishi felt no fear walking through the dark hall. Reflections of the stars lit his path, and the sound of his own footsteps on the inlaid marble reminded him of his graduation ceremony in that very hall. The University of the South Tower held no secrets for Hiruishi Kobayashi.

Akira had never called him before, much less at that hour. They saw each other on weekends, at his house, for family lunches, or at the gym. Akira was the most respected scientist in the South Tower, and his advice was law- it was quickly applied to the organizational structure of the entire tower:

— Akira, how are you?

— Why did you call me?

Akira put down the test tube and looked at his father’s portrait on the laboratory wall.

— Hiruishi, I have an important matter to discuss with you…

— Hiruishi, what did your parents........

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