It used to be sunny here.
There used to be a meadow, bright with flowers, buzzing with sounds of nature and life. It was beautiful.
That's what Nana said, every time she visited our work.
It wasn't sunny anymore, the sun was but a distant memory, a yellow spot in drawing decades old, a picture on the Hologram, only known to very few still alive. The complex wasn't bright with flowers, nor was it buzzing with nature. Instead, it was just buzzing as the Mainframe processed . It was grey and grim and gruelling to stay in for more than an hour at a time
It was utopia.
It used to be sunny here, Nana would say to me, it was beautiful; that's why we destroyed it.