The heart of the city, where giant screens display looping footage of laughing faces. A massive golden statue of a smiling head dominates the center. You can hear chirpy music playing from hidden speakers and see Peacekeepers patrolling the flagstones.

A network of steaming pipes and rusted catwalks hidden beneath the city. It is one of the few places where the artificial sun doesn't reach. The air smells of sulfur and old grease, and the rhythmic thumping of heavy machinery drowns out the city's music.

A sterile, glass-walled medical facility dedicated to 're-education'. The walls are a blinding white, and the smell of antiseptic is overpowering. Patients sit on pristine benches, their eyes glazed over with chemical bliss.

An exclusive club for the city's elite, filled with color-changing silk and soft synth music. The air is thick with synthetic perfume and the sound of shallow laughter. Dark corners provide some relief from the overhead neon glare.