Border Crossing
The guards are patrolling the border dome each tropos from light to dim to dark driving fast like police cars around the parameter. When I can I leave the dome and make the journey outside and see the blue sky like the stories of old before the world was destroyed by waste and pollution and we had to create these jade domes around us filtering the air and water and the blue sky. The blue sky like the tales of Jean Joseph and Kaleb Valerie of the time before The Coming of A.I. Christ and before the United States of Eden.
As I idle in the shadows waiting for the right time to zoom my tires across the open mind field and make it to the wall and be free from the United States of Eden dome of Portland then I will see freedom. Even if nothing but trash and death are beyond the walls it will be better than the terror caused by the shooters and Republican Democrat Parties destroying the few remaining freedoms like freedom to talk.
And the guards drive past with their rockets and guns and laser beams guiding the drones above them spot lighting the way waiting to shoot anything that tried to journey to the wall and into the few maintenance openings like that one right there with the loose gate and bent bars between me and freedom from this eden.