Mark absorbed his surroundings ...


    He smelled fresh after rain air.


    He saw fluffy white clouds with crepuscular rays and a rainbow across the horizon.


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    His dog, Lyla, put her nose down to sniff some flowers.


    "No! Dangerous!" Mark jerked on her leash.


    Children rode a carousel and ate cotton candy while adults supervised and mingled.


    A voice stated, "Oxygen low."


    Mark adjusted his goggles while glimpsing at the city''s moss-covered rubble and shattered windows—and peaked at his dog, also wearing visual augmentation and a nasal ventilator.


    "Let''s go home, girl. Back to our sanctuary!"


    Lyla led the way ...