>"I would think, if two separate people are experiencing roughly the same thing, that would make it real enough. Perhaps it's not a permanent place, but it's good enough for now."
>"Let us hope." Her pace slows then for a moment, and you hear her mutter, "Hope.... How many aeons...."
>Sure enough, as did the school sports fields, and Moonside as well, the city below comes to life as you pass overhead, and fades away once you and your companion have moved on. The traffic in the streets, both pedestrian and vehicular, are lively and quick paced both. Yet the people do not appear to be in a special hurry, none of the animosity that other large cities so often display. Performers on the street entertain those that walk past, with song and dance and story. Yet these people are neither derelict nor destitute, most, you know, do not even do this out of a real need for money. Merely to amuse their fellows, and if they make a couple bucks, so much the better.
>You do, however, pass over a pair of women that
do appear to homeless, but you also notice them being attended to by men in the uniform of Saigyoji Outreach. You recall one of the philosophies Hatori Saigyoji declared when they were rebuilding the city after the war, 'No man, woman or child, regardless of age, gender or race, shall ever want for food or shelter in my city, whatever price tag that entails.' 40 years later, his family has yet to fail in this task, as far as you know.
>Your companion slows as she passes over this sight, her expression a mystery. "The weak of your world, they are not preyed upon by the mighty?"