Ellie’s Shadow.
Everybody in the city knows how to tell the time without a watch – see where Ellie casts her shadow. Towering over the contours of the skyline, Ellie’s gaze faces east and west, north and south. She is the first to see the dawn and the last to catch the final strands of light setting over the horizon. She rises from a ground of white rock and her marble surface gleams in the sunshine. Her presence is constant, like time itself.
Some say the Elysium is the heart and brain of the city; all roads begin and end at her base, all intelligence passes through her corridors. She is the to and fro of the city, she is its constant vigilance. Her four faces see out past the wealth of the inner city limits, whose residents prefer and can afford the marble of the Elysium, out past the market sector, that broad band of jumbled buildings and bazaars encircling the inner city, acting as a physical buffer between the wealthy areas and the red-stained slabs of the tower block residences, which stand at the edge of the dome.
Within Ellie’s walls, agents worry the corridors. On the first floor, there are school tours being guided around a small room filled with historical details about past glories and heroes. This is the only floor open to the public. Most of the first ten floors are open to those with limited access and is comprised mainly of administrative staff. There are few people who know exactly sure how high Ellie is, because the lifts to the first ten floors only give the option of ten floors. There is more to her though, the city knows but it stands back, out of deference rather than ignorance. They know that if she falls, they all fall.
From her upper floors, an outside Agent screams before being sedated. The information will have to be enough for now. The exchange is tomorrow and the wipe needs time.