The Ark Bunker calls "exile" "returning to the surface." I am the youngest police officer in the bunker. I was exiled to the surface because I took one more look at the gray haze on the corpse's eyeballs.
The bunker says the surface is full of radiation. Fake. There is no sun in the sky, it is an open eye. People who are stared at by it will have transparent skin, glowing bones, and eventually become "echoers" who can only repeat the actions of their previous lives.
I dispose of corpses for a living. After processing it a lot, I discovered that every corpse was telling me the same thing—the bunker's exile list was a list of "adapters." And the top line of the list has my father's name written on it.
I must turn off the sun before it can shine completely.
