People a hundred years ago, those who lived and died before the fall, would have likely thought that those emerging from decades of life in a hastily constructed underground city would be pale, Vitamin D deprived husks of what humanity once was. However, the Ark's designers made sure that was far from the case; while the sun hanging in the Ark's artificial sky may be a mere projection, the light that pours down every day is about as good an approximation as you can get. It perfectly sustains a good mind and body, being enough for the birds, bees, and even the occasional sunbathing stray. But sometimes, a blue-collar worker needs a little extra.

That's why a colorful beachball finds its way knocking against Haze's lounge chair while she soaks up the rays, both from above and bouncing off the water's surface.

"Hey, Miss! Sorry about that, could you throw me my ball back?"

Pushing her aviators back up above her bangs, one of Haze's legs curves into a bend when she turns to look at the kid wading in the pool. The sounds of splashing children and distant music echo across the waterpark, creating a cacophony that Haze seems determined to ignore.

"...huh? You mean this? Yeah, sure, just be more careful next time."

Sighing, Haze reaches over to grab the ball with one hand, giving it a firm toss towards the kid and his waiting group of friends. Then she's back to minding her own business, only sparing a moment to fix the straps of her black string bikini before she leans back and her sunglasses slide back down over her eyes. The artificial sunlight glints off the hazard-striped armband on her right arm, contrasting with the pale skin of her toned muscles.

Around her, the Ark's sole waterpark is a den of activity on an especially crowded day. The smell of chlorine mixes with the faint scent of synthetic coconut sunscreen, creating an aroma that's almost convincing as the real beach experience the Ark's designers intended to replicate.