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I've never seen the sun. Well, that's not entirely true. I have seen its ghost, faintly visible through the metre thick glass as its light shines down on us without pity.
But I've never seen it properly like they did back in the old days, like in all those old movies where people are walking in the sunshine through leafy parks, laughing and talking. Or like when you see pictures of pink-skinned people lying on a sandy beach. It sort of makes me wince to see that. It's like seeing someone willingly bathing in acid, or drinking poison.
But then, it's hard for me to imagine a lot of things from those days. Like the plants. It says in the computer's history files that plants used to cover almost the entire planet. Not counting the algae tanks, the largest concentration of plants in this habitation is in the arboretums gardens.
I just realised I didn't introduce myself. My name's Christian. I know, it's an old-fashioned name, but my mother wanted something distinctive. My address is Block 5, Quadrant 1, in Habitation 132, which is better known to all as the Dome. Quadrant 1 is supposed to be the best address in the Dome, close to the gardens and all the best restaurants. Unfortunately, it also puts us close to all Mother's friends, who she will insist on inviting over for very loud parties. Strangely enough, the last I heard of them before I escaped in here, they too were discussing history, although they were talking about eugenics. How, they wondered, could the pre-SE people have possibly stood not being able to choose their children? Anything could happen if you just left things up to chance. They could be disabled. They could be ugly, for God's sake!
Back to the computer. It's just reminded me that tomorrow is the anniversary of John Sebastian's birth. I'm not sure why it's reminding me of this, because 1, I and everyone else in the city already know, and 2, there's not going to be anything special to mark this occasion, despite the best efforts of the Sebs, who demand that this hero deserves to have a day to commemorate him.
I suppose he does, actually. After all, if it weren't for him we might not be here. It was him who came up with the idea of the domes and habitations for humans to live in, five years after the ozone layer all but collapsed, and the sun suddenly became our enemy. After all the plants on earth started dying, and the people too, of cancer and disease and plain starvation. After the scorched Earth.