My Opened Eyes

Day 1: First Impressions

New Liberty is nothing like I imagined. When I stepped off the shuttle, the first thing that hit me was scale—skyscrapers glittering under twin moons, skybridges threading the skyline, and streets alive with sound and scent. Alien flora fill the air with a faint floral tang, mingling with the hum of hovercraft. I came from Earth chasing a fresh start. Standing here, I feel both exhilarated and small.

Day 3: The Mass Transit Maze

Today I braved the “Loop,” a web of magnetically suspended trains that weave through the city at dizzying speeds. I sat beside a Cetian merchant on his way to the trade fair, while schoolchildren chattered about new holo-games. The diversity is astonishing—languages, colors, and bioluminescent markings all blending into one seamless rhythm.

Day 7: Exploring the Market District

The Market District feels like another world. Food stalls glow with off-world spices and alien fruits. A Jovian chef served me “Nebula Curry”—literally luminous. Nearby, an artist painted on floating canvases that flared with light at each stroke. The city has its own pulse—chaotic, alive, beautiful.

Day 10: The Corporate Influence

Corporate architecture dominates the skyline—towers of liquid-metal sheen, others built from translucent crystal that glow softly at night. Even the parks shimmer with engineered biolight. It’s breathtaking, but also a quiet reminder of who really built this place—the hyper-corps that shaped its bones.

Day 14: Challenges of the Future

Life here moves fast. Crowds surge like tides, and it’s easy to feel invisible among millions. Rent, food, even air filtration—it’s all costly. My apartment is a single room with a view of the lower city. Still, I have a window—and hope.

Day 20: Finding Belonging

I joined a community group today. Over coffee and laughter, people shared their stories: a Martian engineer who built the first hover bridge, a Cetian artist seeking acceptance, and countless others forging new lives. I realized New Liberty isn’t just a city—it’s humanity’s mosaic, each piece vital.

Day 30: A New Home

After a month, I’ve found my rhythm. My café, my favorite skybridge, my quiet corner in the Grand Metro Library where I watch the moons rise. New Liberty isn’t perfect—it’s messy and loud—but it’s alive. For the first time in years, I feel like I belong.

Journal of Ken Bennett
Location: Terra Secundus – New Liberty Metropolis