Every surface in the city is Lucite, Plexiglas, or polished plaster. We hold to the rule: if a thing cannot be seen through, it must be reduced.
The roof is a single calibrated disc — 1,800 candela at noon, dimmed to 240 by curfew. No room receives a private lamp.
Furnishings are severe and few: one chair per body, one table per task, no cabinet that cannot be lifted by two hands.
A single tunic, a single sandal, a single shorn head — issued in silver-grey and worn by ninety-two thousand without complaint.