Below her, the sphere in 361 began to roar. The metal walls of the Three-Hundreds groaned as the ventilation systems reversed, and for the first time in three hundred years, the Sector began to breathe.
Elara looked back at the dark, cramped tunnel she had come from, then out at the sensor readouts showing the barren, toxic world above. She realized the Ministry hadn't labeled these levels "dead" because they were empty; they labeled them dead because they were afraid of the change that lived within them. She reached out and pressed the key. [351-362]
By the time she hit 359, the air hummed with a low-frequency vibration that made her teeth ache. Her radio hissed with white noise, but through the static, a voice—or the simulation of one—began to whisper. It wasn’t speaking words, but coordinates. Below her, the sphere in 361 began to roar