Something of Value
The worst part of going to the city was the suit. The mask was hot, heavy, and claustrophobic. It cut off the outside world through filters and polarized glass. Even sound was muffled by the headgear that kept the seal tight. The only thing you could hear clearly while wearing it was the unnerving white noise of the life support hissing through the tubes. It was ironic that the system keeping you alive was so unsettling until you learned how to tune it out.
