

One mental image that surfaced when imagining this place came from the 2005 Steven Baxter novel Transcendant. In one chapter the protagonist visits a subterranian hive of near-humans that live and communicate llike members of an ant colony, complete with a queen, drone castes and a lack of individual independant thought among members. Those other than the queen that interacted with outside influences were rather harshly euthenised by the collective as their minds would struggle to bear the magnitude of the world outside their colony.

One of the other
investigations I tried was colour contrast. With Anastasia there was
emphasis on coloured stones such as agate, onyx, chalcedony and
chrysoprase and a possible culture revolving around cutting and
polishing these stones. So what I tried to imagine is that while the
city is colourful and beautiful, perhaps walls studded, it hides an
ethic where the only pleasure comes from work. So there is perhaps a
colourful and drab side of the city that exists side by side with each
other - perhaps colourful stones at street level and more drab colours
at higher levels where the eyes of the city's residents are less likely
to look. Or perhaps the other way around, coloured stones inlaid in
upper-floor walls where visitors are more likely to look on their
travels though the city while residents keep their gaze to the more drab
ground and first floors of buildings.
One trhing I have gotten the impression of regarding these cities - the people. In several of them the people sound like listless entities; daily routines, uncomfortable living conditions, being content with a bleak metropolis. It was as if Maro Polo wanted his listener to be both mystified and wary of these cities inhabited by strange shades of human beings. I might be looking too much into this though
One trhing I have gotten the impression of regarding these cities - the people. In several of them the people sound like listless entities; daily routines, uncomfortable living conditions, being content with a bleak metropolis. It was as if Maro Polo wanted his listener to be both mystified and wary of these cities inhabited by strange shades of human beings. I might be looking too much into this though