"The air conditioning streams through my hair as I step out onto the glass floor and look down below, to the outside. That's where the type two's live- 'outside'. The desert seems to stretch on and on, and there they are, living in tiny shacks of houses. The only difference between us is the plum like colour of their dirty fingernails- that's all that separates us, fingernails." Alison Reed lives in her own perfect world. A world where there are two species of human, one serving the other. But when she is ripped from the safety of her compound, she finds life isn't as perfect as she thought....
"The air conditioning streams through my hair as I step out onto the glass floor and look down below, to the outside. That's where the type two's live...