He stepped into the empty building with a heavy expectant heart. After all those hours on the drawing board, countless nights and days, this was what he had created. Yes, someone else was in-charge of the physical construction, but this - this structure had been given birth to inside his head. After the many revisions, it could be said to be another of his perfect creations. He sighed with satisfaction as he glided his fingertips along the smooth marble surface of the pillars, its coolness drawing away the heat from his fingers. Such a stark contrast to the Outside. Just as he had planned. Just as They had instructed him to make it.
He was a genius, wasn’t he? He alone was the mastermind behind the best buildings that were ever built after the giant episode that twisted Man’s fate forever. Resources were scarce. He had to make do with whatever was available. Somehow, he had always managed to make it work. Somehow, there was still always enough for Them. And him, because credit was due where it was. But, it shouldn’t be that surprising. After all, the episode had decimated most of the population. With significantly fewer mouths to feed and house, it made sense. Although the Architect had never witnessed the burials of the unlucky ones. Although he had only seen and read the clean slates of information disseminated by the Central Bureau. He did not know for sure, but neither was there much reason to doubt. He was right where he wanted to be, doing what he loved, breathing in every single moment of it.
