A child sat on a bench nearby, wrapped in a silver emergency blanket. His suit’s light was a dull, pulsing red—the "basic compassion" tier. It kept him from dying, but not from suffering. His lips were cracked. Lena looked away. Looking away cost 0.2 seconds of guilt-spike.
She reached the airlock. Her hand trembled over the scanner. Breathe. The suit’s internal thermometer flickered: 38.1°C. Rising.
Lena’s internal HUD blinked a soft amber: [Freemium Tier – 3 minutes of KeepCool remaining] .
Lena’s credit balance: 12 credits.
The tower’s airlock was fifty meters away. A billboard flickered overhead: "KeepCool Platinum – 72-hour continuous climate lock. Only 1,499 credits. Your ancestors sweated. You don’t have to."