This thread brings to mind an excerpt from Isaac Asimovs Foundation.

Gaal leaned out over the shoulder-high railing and bathed himself in all the panorama. He could not see the ground. It was lost in the ever increasing complexities of man-made structures. He could see no horizon other than that of metal against sky, stretching out to almost uniform grayness, and he knew it was so over all the land-surface of the planet.

Isaac Asimov had the fantastic knack of having a great imagination and being able to write.

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