Anyone interested in expanding this so fi fictional plot:
The city of zorrah sleeps in the day. They say, its not right to call it a city, if lord was to describe it Himself, he'll call it hell. It is plain and straight poison, yes that's right it is poison that flows through the darkness. The people here are called souls, because of their ever peering eyes. They are an assembly of skin and bones, like they've been sapped out of life. The only intuition left is of hunger and breathing, they breathe but slowly. The smog they inhale keeps them hallucinated.
The patrol personnel you see zipping through the city are called the fixers. They all look the same, like the spacemen in their vacuum sealed suits hovering in the vehicles called trams. they fix the problems,and they fix it in their own way. There is one sentence - death, if your crime is small, you die quickly, if it is big you die slowly. Bigger your crime, more painfully will you die.
Zorrah is a containment centre, a largest one at that, 200 across on both sides, it covers 40% of the Druhm continent. The place is fenced by the blue and red lasers cleverly refracted by the satellites to form a complete enclosure from all sides. The fence has a thickness of 100 meters formed by the alternate layers of red an blue lasers.It is strong enough to fry any metal on the planet within seconds. When looked from a distance it looks nothing short of a mesmerizing kaleidoscope. The city is covered on two sides by the mountain ranges. The alpine in the north and basaltic in the south. The east and the west is bordered by the dead sea.
There are three ways to get in an out of this place. North gate in bishop pass of alpine range at an altitude of 4000 meters. South gate at an altitude of 5000 meters through the Elliot pass in basaltics. The third one is through the space between the refracting satellites. No was has attempted the third alternative yet.