My City, I Suppose

I have brought my family to the city that I created. I am proud to show it off. We are standing on a balcony looking down at a fountain in the central plaza. Again, I get the impression that I made literally every inch of this from thin air - like Sim City on acid. I invite them downstairs past a room with pink LED lights that look like rope hanging from the ceiling. This room is for asking questions, I realize. The we walk into the central plaza where there is a giant television screen - a'la Times Square - showing random images and above it is a large stone face - that is somehow automated with expressions and mouth movements - which talks to guests.

There are people all around my city, milling about. Everyone likes the central plaza. Then we find ourselves on the outskirts of the city, an area in which no one lives but in which I've planted rows and rows of trees to make a park with tall buildings on the sides (but again no one occupies the buildings - we go in and they are all empty). I sense my family becoming bored and I ask them if they'd like to leave. They say yes. I explain that property is more desirable at the center of town. They understand. On the way back to the balcony we pass through a room with a glowing green door. I feel proud of my creation and have what seems like a lot/long memory of creating it from scratch.