Life on Earth is very different now than in the histories we study. We no longer hunt, we no longer pollute, in fact we hardly interact with the surface world at all. Our decadence in the last century brought the planet to its knees and almost destroyed it. We holed up behind our Seals to allow earth to recover on its own, and progress has been slower than anticipated. When the die offs started we were terrified, finally realizing the scale of the destruction we had wrought. In the hundred and fifty years since we have endeavored to leave as little trace of our passage as possible. Earth has begun to recover, but we can no longer rely on it alone for our survival. We have extracted too much of it already, its weight and orbit have altered the seasons towards extremity as our tilt worsened.
Daily life is dependent entirely on status in Chitroit. Tanners, or high society, set their clock by the sun. They are some of the few that get to see it on a regular basis and have paid for that privilege extensively. Upstack is where the specialized labor lives, geniuses and those with highly sought-after skills or modifications. Some of these areas get daylight refracted down, but that is an expensive luxury. At these levels there are public areas, parks even, with plants that photosynthesize and everything. In Chitroit upstack and tanners account for roughly five percent of the total population, this is a little higher than compared to some of the other SuperCities.
Midstack is where the vast majority of population sleeps, lives and eats. Fully 85% of the human mass in Chitroit occupies less than a third of its space, and operates around the clock. Much of the energy used by this level and below is generated by the Engevo organisms present. Fungi that process heat and CO2 into light and oxygen provide much of the light and breathable air as well as moderating the unbearable heat so much humanity generates. The electricity is a mixture of solar, chemically generated, and that recovered from individual living pods as our bodies power our habs while we sleep.
The average dwelling is less than one hundred square feet, with families often sharing spaces that size. Public areas are crowded, just about every major hallway has become an open market with people selling anything from hand goods and clothing to their own bodies and skills, depending on your altitude. The sludgers are omnipresent and always packed, bustling with gray-market commerce. The true miracle of modern life is the transportation. Anyone who wants to get anywhere within the city can, provided they can afford that high. Lateral transportation is free for all, with tube systems and trams moving between regions like blood cells pumped throughout a body. Moving up in the system is expensive, and based entirely on the cost of weight. A commute to work might be free because The Pit is below your slot in the habistack, but your ride up and home will cost you. Many will sell their weight on the open market as ballast for the transit systems. This will double or triple your commute time, but the savings over time is significant.