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Good evening.
Tonight's story is called The Underwater City. So, snuggle up under the blankets and prepare for a wonderful night of sleep.
And, once you're all settled in, close your eyes.
The city of Kremenos is unlike any other city in the world.
If you woke up in one of the many one-bedroom apartments downtown, you might think that you were in New York or Tokyo when you looked out the window.
You would see tall, glassy skyscrapers reaching toward the sky and shading the streets far below.
If you listened carefully, you would even hear the gentle chatter of more than 30 million people as they headed to work.
If you were in the top penthouse suite, in the apartment building at the corner of 1st Street and 1st Avenue, you might be confused.
From here, you can see both the Eiffel Tower and Empire State Building at the same time.
The city of Kremenos was built as a mosaic of some of the world's biggest cities.
the Dancing House of Prague, and the Gateway Arch of St. Louis.
What really sets this city apart from all others is what you would see when you look up to the sky.
and you would never see dark Nimbostrasse clouds forming above you before a rainstorm.
When you step outside, you would never need an umbrella or a jacket.
Since the city's founding in the year 2300, every day has been dry and mild.
Kremenos is the world's first underwater city.
that was voted Most Beautiful Vacation Destination 45 years in a row.
It only made sense for the founders to give this city a Greek name like Atlantis, the city that inspired its design.
The founders decided on the name Kremenos from the Greek word meaning hidden.
The climate is controlled with artificial lights that replicate the rising and setting of the sun.
to support the city's population about the size of Shanghai. John was among the first generation of people to be born in Kremenos.
His parents had originally migrated to the city located on the ocean floor off the coast of Madagascar.
When John was a child, he used to wonder what the above-ground world was like.
His parents would tell him stories about their cross-country trips across America to places like Yellowstone National Park and the Grand Canyon.
He begged his parents to take him to America when he was younger.
But, by the time he was a teenager, he had completely lost the desire to go abroad.
He had watched enough movies from around the world to know that Kremenos was as beautiful as anywhere.
John had worked as a window cleaner ever since he was 15 years old.
Every morning, he was emailed a list of places that needed to be cleaned, on the inside and outside of the glass dome that covered the city.
For almost 50 years, he had spent his days driving around the city in his pickup and exploring every nook and cranny.
He must have been down every side road and driven around the edge of the glass dome at least a thousand times in his life.
The city was modeled after 32 of the most famous cities in the world.
Even though he had never been to any of those cities himself, from what John had heard, each district was almost identical to the original.
Overall, the city was somewhere between the size of Singapore and Hong Kong.
Now that he was less than six months away from retirement, he probably knew the city better than anyone.
He knew where to get the most mouth-watering slices of pizza in New New York.
He could also tell you which rooftop in tiny Tokyo offered the best view of the schools of hundreds of thousands of herring that swam by during the day.
where he got to meet the locals and learn a bit of their languages.
As much as he enjoyed the work, he looked forward to spending retirement lying on the sandy beaches in Little Lisbon or the Melbourne district.
with his eyes closed, and listen to the seagulls flying around him.
He could even spend an entire day watching the schools of fish swim by the city.
Now that his time in the workforce was almost finished, it was his responsibility to train his replacement.
On the day he was supposed to meet his successor, John's alarm went off at its usual time of five o'clock.
He took a deep breath before hitting snooze twice.
and walked to the window of his small one-room apartment. He pulled open the curtains.
but the neon glow of lights from the clubs and bars on the street below cast a gentle glow around his apartment.
He yawned and rubbed his eyes. He lived in the part of town modelled after Chicago.
To give the area a more authentic feel, giant fans were added to the roof of the dome to replicate gusts of wind.
It was the only part of the city where you could experience something similar to a natural breeze.
However, other parts of the city also had man-made weather substitutes.
spreading synthetic snow around the streets and build up snowbanks next to the sidewalks.
There was even a small outdoor skating rink designed to look like a natural pond.
In the summertime in 2nd Seoul, sprinklers attached to the roof of the dome would turn on for a couple of hours to replicate rain showers.
If you were unlucky enough to get caught in them, your clothes would cling to your skin as you ran back home for a dry outfit.
and added milk that came from a dairy farm at the edge of town near New Cairo.
He also sprinkled in pieces of dried seaweed collected by fishermen from the city.
After he had a cold shower to help wake himself up, he changed into his work uniform.
He wore a pair of raggedy denim overalls with his name sewed into the chest.
and the street lights were turning off one by one.
where the faint glow of the real sun shone and made the water look almost green.
After his retirement, he was planning to take a submarine cruise to London.
His friends who had visited had told him that he should save his money and go to the local London district of Cremenos instead.
However, he had to see the above-ground world at least once in his life.
He wanted to ride the London Eye and see what the view was like when the Eiffel Tower and Empire State Building weren't visible.
He wanted to go to all 32 cities to see how they compared to the underwater versions he knew.
where his pickup truck, filled with all his cleaning supplies, was located.
He drove through the Cape Town district into Prague and then got on the freeway headed to Paris.
He turned on the radio to listen to the morning news. Each time he drove through a different district, the language changed.
He got off the freeway within view of the Eiffel Tower and drove until he was in the far south end of the city, nicknamed Little Lisbon.
This part of the city was one of his favourites.
In his opinion, this was where the people were kindest and where he felt most relaxed.
It was built around an artificial harbour that flowed to the edge of the dome where there was a beach. There was no water at the beach, however.
The sand ended at the edge of the dome, where the actual ocean took the place of where the ocean in Lisbon would be.
John cruised slowly through the old part of Little Lisbon with his window down.
All along the main road were cobblestone streets, filled with white buildings that had bright red-orange roofs.
Shop owners walked along the cobblestone in the early morning light with straw brooms in their hands.
They swept away the sand that got tracked into their stores from the nearby beaches.
Most of the shopkeepers recognised John, since he was here at least once a week, and they all waved at him with wide smiles on their faces.
Hola, bon dia, before putting a tiny espresso cup under the spout of the espresso maker.
She buttered two pieces of bread from the display case and carried them to John. They had been friends for years.
She had come from Lagos, Nigeria, almost a decade previous with her husband, who worked as an engineer.
but there were rumours that it was going to be a South American city. Maybe Sao Paulo or Bogota.
John had been hoping that the new district would be Buenos Aires, ever since he saw pictures of Argentina in a magazine last fall.
John spent about half an hour eating buttered bread with his coffee while reading the local newspaper.
and shouting at each other in Portuguese. The sound of children laughing was relaxing to John.
It reminded him of when he was a kid, and used to play soccer in Second Rome with his friends Leonardo and Andrea.
After breakfast, John drove to the edge of Little Lisbon, where there were a handful of resorts next to the beach.
He parked next to one of the resorts, and walked barefoot to the edge of the beach, where the glass bubble divided the ocean from the city.
Seagulls flew overhead inside the dome, and dove at the sand to pick up stray french fries left the evening before.
There wasn't a complete ecosystem of animals yet, but that was another project that the city planners were working on.
The eventual goal was to populate the city with wildlife of each region.
But, for now, there were only common city creatures like seagulls, pigeons, mice, and squirrels.
as he took a few moments to collect his thoughts, before his workday officially began at 9am.
Outside the glass bubble, thousands of blue fish about six inches long swam by.
his retractable squeegee, and his bucket filled with water, to the dome.
Before he started cleaning, he inspected the glass around the beach.
This was the most important part of his job, inspecting the glass for potential damage.
In his fifty years on the job, he had only ever found one crack, and it wasn't even all the way through.
The glass was more than three feet thick to withstand the extreme pressure of the ocean.
But, every now and then, small sections of the dome would be replaced to make sure that it didn't leak.
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