A story about... Overpopulation © 2000 Damon Diehl, Marg Frey, Greg Gbur, Bryce Graves-Hurst	BRYCE
			GREG	DAMON & MARG
				MARG & DAMON
			MARG	DAMON & GREG
				GREG & DAMON

I was tempted to wake her, to see if she wanted to go with me for a while, but hesitated. She rarely went out of doors anymore, because she didn't like the view. It would probably be harmful to try and convince her to come with me, even. Of all of us in this particular domicile, she was the one who was taking the situation the hardest.

Outside the air was cool and not too damp. A nice breeze blew by intermittently. It was a perfect spring night, as lovely a night as anyone could possibly imagine, or engineer. I looked down the long row of apartment buildings, almost identical, towards the entertainment complex whose lights were shining brightly in the distance. That was where I would be walking, primarily because there wasn't many other places to walk. Directly behind me was row after row of chain link, electrified fence, topped with barbed wire. Even if I tried to get past that, I would be stopped.

I looked up towards the simulated starry sky, and even now, at this simulated late hour, I could see eyes peering down at me with detached interest.