[ WP ] Humanity has refused to leave Earth , opting instead to build upwards into an ever-expanding world-city surrounding the planet . For an unknown reason , you have been tasked with finding the original surface .

`` I... what..?'' I stared the man in front of me. He stood there, a member of the politician caste, crisp and clean robe of grey trimmed with silver, smal light blue tassles decorating the hem. I was painfully aware of my builder caste clothing. 
 
 The bright orange and neon yellow, diagonal stripes pattern that marked us as obvious and visible in all light levels, smeared with concrete dust and electrical burns. A full head helmet, titanium-iron alloy, covered my hair and the back of my head, meeting under my chin. The hinges in the top of the helmet pulled at my hair, the clasp digging into my throat. The visor was pushed up, as manners dictate. 
 
 `` You heard me, Team Leader Anyakas. You are to take your team of builders and descend. The old ways, abandoned paths, tunnels and maintenance ways. You are to descend, down to the earthsoil layer.'' 
 
 `` But... But this is the earthvoid level, Politician Kyane... It would take months to descend that far, and that's not counting the dangers we'll need to navigate... Why do we have to return to earthsoil, anyway?'' Politician Kyane sighed, before looking around. 
 
 We were stood on a Viewing Level of earthvoid, immense borosilicate and silicon dioxide structures forged with the strength to resist the fatal pull of the void, to retain the atmosphere inside. Outside, stars winked and shimmered, the red expanse of the nearby North American Nebula, named by our groundbound ancestors. 
 
 `` You must return to earthsoil. The Graviton Pillars that support and suspend the Levels-earthsky, earthcloud, earthvoid, and those being build even further out-are malfunctioning. Your team is the best, in terms of work, speed, efficiency and quality. You must descend to earthsoil and repair the Pillars.'' I stared at yhe Politician, hands tingling within the vulvanised kevlar weave. I swallowed nervously. 
 
 `` We... we have to repair the pillars... But if they fail, then...'' Politician Kyane nodded slowly. 
 
 `` Earthvoid shall be torn apart by gravitic distortions, while lower Levels will crash to the earthsoil and burn...'' I hesitated, lookibg out the Viewing Window, before nodding. 
 
 `` Alright, Politician Kyane. I'll organise my team and crew, we'll save the earthlevels. You can trust us.'' I reached up, sliding my visor into place. At first, it was dark, before lights flickered into illumination. The view was tinted green, and repair quadrangles highlighted areas of stress in the surrounding floor and walls. I opened the communication channel, speaking into the mike. 
 
 `` Builder team Kappa Delta, report to the voidgate between earthvoid and earthcloud. We have repairs to make.'' I closed the channel as confirmations rang out, spotting my visor reflected in the Viewing Window. A solid black, full-face mask, with a skull painted over it and two tears falling from the right eye. Each had a name inscribed in it, to remember those who were killed in service. I wo n't have a third tear added. 
 
 `` We'll get it done, Politician. I swear.''
