Downtown Olympus Town
an excerpt

It was raining in Odyssa City. That was nothing unsual, of course. There's rarely a time when it isn't raining in Odyssa City – not after the last terraformer packed up before it finished the northern hemisphere. The Graeks came to the Fields with a promise in their hearts and a belief that they could make a ball of rock into a paradise for their people. They were only half wrong. They turned most of the southern hemisphere into a great agricultural continent – covered with fertile soil good for growing most things the AU might want. That's the one thing people are proud to say about the Fields – there's no such thing as unemployment when you can head down to the Continent and get a job working their fields. Grain, olives, grapes – you name it, they can farm it. It's a hard life though – not one that most people will go to willingly.

But I'm already digressing. Sorry.

It was raining in Odyssa. The night was drenched in water, turning the tarmac black streets into rivers of reflected light. The orange street lamps hissed with each drop as the chemicals they ran on interacted with the water. The street was splashed in colours - pink, blue, yellow, green – as signs flashed their advertisements to anyone that could be bothered to look up.