Briggs stepped out from the sally-port and released the pressure valve of his already-fogging helmet. It came off with a little hiss and he breathed in the moist and verdant air. He peered around, speechless.
Colonel Wright smiled. “Pretty amazing, eh?”
“How does all this stuff stay alive?” Briggs asked.
“I keep forgetting you’re not another scientist. Put simply, it’s a biosphere. It maintains itself. The original idea was to make the whole planet like this, but you know. Politicians.”
Briggs peered through the glass at the blackened rubble of the once-great city. “Too bad they couldn’t figure it out.”